Page 6 of A Villain’s Lies

“Nah, don’t want to break my camera lens.” I smile as I rise from his chair and make my way to the door.

“Avani.” I stop at his voice. When I look back over my shoulder, he is watching me. “Stop being fucking late. I’m sick of it. And next time you are, you won’t get a bag.”

I spin around and stomp straight up to him, pointing my finger in his chest, and I push. “You have no right. It’s part of our deal. Those bags are mine. If you do that, I’ll fuck you over,” I seethe at him. It was part of the bargaining to get me here, and the new me gets what she is owed.

“You do know who you are threatening, right?” he says, narrowing his eyes as he looks down at me. Tall asshole.

“My boss. And I have no issue doing so.” I grin up at him with challenge written all over my face.

He grinds his jaw, his teeth sliding over each other before he finally opens his mouth and leans down to get right next to my ear. “Those who fuck me over die in their sleep. I slice their throats and watch as they open their eyes. The last thing they see is me. So don’t piss me off.”

“Ohhh, the big bad bogeyman. I’m so scared, I’m shaking in my fucking heels.” I give him my best eye roll. “You don’t scare me, Grayson. I’ve dealt with worse than you. Your brother should have warned you. It’s why I’m such an asset. You can’t push me over so easily.” I turn for the door again, but before I can get it open more than an inch, he slams it shut and cages me in from behind.

“Don’t. Be. Fucking. Late. I hate it.”

“What will I get if I’m not late?” I smile, not looking at him. I hear him suck in a breath, which turns into an exasperated sigh.

“Is this what you do, bribe your way to get the things you want?”

“If it’s what’s necessary.”

He steps up closer, and the heat of his body is on my back.

I go to think of what to say next, but as I look down I see his palms still pressed against the hard wood of the door a few inches above my head, and my breathing picks up at his nearness, but I try to keep it steady in hopes he doesn’t notice the effect he has on me as I mumble some words I hope are coherent enough.

“I want a Chanel bag, thank you very much.”

“Fucking hell, woman.” He removes his hand, and I pull the door open.

“When I get the bag, I’ll try my best to be on time, but there are no promises.” Skipping out, I leave him swearing in his office.

The door slams behind me, and I can’t help fighting a smirk as I go back to the front desk.

Asshole.

Destiny is up and awake when I get home. It’s early. I worked all night, staying back to finish up some paperwork for one of the girls.

I didn’t realize how disorganized his place was. I can see why he went to his brother for help finding staff. Jake has the sex game down pat, but Grayson, not so much. Don’t get me wrong, his place is amazing. Edgy even. But not in the way his brother runs things. Not only do I have to look after all his girls, I have also been looking after the financial side of things. Yay, me. Not.

He fired his accountant.

Destiny turns on the blender as she looks over her shoulder at me. I put my things down on the couch and go to the fridge.

“I had to use your apple juice, but I’ll get more today.”

She won’t. This is what she does.

Want to know why?

Because she’s a bitch, that’s why.

I hadn’t planned to live here long. It was the first apartment I came by, so I snatched it up. Now I wish I’d looked harder. But I do love my bedroom, even if my housemate is a cunt.

“Your boss came by yesterday.” I close the fridge and turn to face her. “Is he single?” Destiny licks her lips as she stares at me. When I don’t answer, she raises a brow. “Did you hear me? Is he single?”

“I heard you. I have to go to bed.” I walk away and hear her mutter some shit under her breath.

Now, it’s not like me to hit a bitch, but I do really want to hit this bitch.

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