Page 37 of Coldhearted King

“I’ve called you here because I’ve been made aware of something that I believe needs to be addressed.”

Paul looks a little confused. “If you have concerns with one of my team—”

“Not one of your team. You.”

Surprise twists his face, but he clears it quickly. “Me?”

“Yes. It’s come to my attention that you’ve been having a personal relationship with two of your team members. At the same time.”

His lips pinch, and he adjusts his position again. “I’m not sure what Delilah has said to you—”

“Delilah was not the source of my information.”

His brow furrows as if he can’t imagine any other way I could have found out.

“Uh, okay. Well, whoever passed on this information, that is not the case.”

I narrow my gaze and lean back in my chair. Hopefully Paul realizes he’s on very shaky ground right now. “That’s not the case?”

From the flare of panic in his eyes, he does. “Yes, well. Not currently. I’m not sure if you’re aware or not, but I ended...I mean, my relationship with Miss West has ended.” Anger burns in my gut. He was going to say he ended his relationship with Delilah, but obviously changed his mind when he remembered I just met with her.

“That may be, but during your time with Miss West, you were also seeing Miss Grant, correct?”

“I’m not sure this is any of your business,” he says.

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, Paul. My company is investing a serious amount of money in this project, and we chose your firm based on your designs and the understanding that you and your team would behave in a professional manner. My project manager having an affair with not one but two of his team members is a situation that could easily result in significant emotional upheaval and therefore affect the smooth operation of the team. That’s one hundred percent my business.”

Paul goes white. “Uh, yes, I see your point. Well, the situation has now resolved itself, and I can promise nothing like it will ever happen again.”

“I hope not. Because if I hear of you acting unprofessionally while contracted to the King Group, I will be forced to reassess your position in the team handling our project.”

Part of me wants to do it anyway. To teach him a lesson about screwing with Delilah. But my more logical side realizes that letting emotions influence my business decisions is ridiculous. Outside of his bad decisions regarding Delilah and Philippa, he’s a decent project manager. There is something I can do that won’t have as big an impact on the project, though.

I lean forward. “I expect you to organize a replacement liaison for Miss Grant immediately.”

Paul stammers. “B-But Elite assigned her to this position. I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. Because if you don’t arrange it, I will. And I don’t think you want your senior partners to receive a call from me. I don’t care what you tell them to get the change made, but if it falls to me to do it, I’ll tell them exactly what the issue is. I can guarantee that won’t end well for you or Miss Grant.”

Paul’s swallow is almost audible. “I understand, Mr. King. I’ll organize it immediately. And you have my promise that I won’t do anything to jeopardize the project.”

I give him an assessing look and can’t resist running my finger across my bottom lip as if I’m considering his words. Really, I’m just enjoying knowing he has no idea that finger was recently buried in Delilah’s pussy.

I’ve had enough. I want him out of my office. Not only because I have no interest in talking to him anymore, but because I need to take care of the throb in my pants.

I nod as if I’ve made a decision. “Make sure you don’t.”

Relief drops his shoulders from around his ears, and only when I stare at him silently for a few more seconds does he realize he’s been dismissed. He rushes to stand. “Thank you, Mr. King.”

As soon as he’s gone, I’m out of my chair and heading for my bathroom. Again. This is getting ridiculous. Somehow, I have to get her out of my head so I can concentrate on business. This company is the only thing tying my brothers and me together, and I can’t let one little architect, enticing as she may be, distract me from it.

Not bothering to lock the door behind me, I have my fly undone and my cock in my hand within seconds.

I just need to figure out how the hell to do it.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

DELILAH

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