Page 50 of The Loathing

I cough, clearing my throat and I see the agitated look on Amora’s face. Parker scrunches his nose up; he has tousled auburn hair and bright sage eyes.

“You can leave,” he holds his hand up towards his office door and I follow it with my eyes, looking over my shoulder then letting out a slow chuckle before my eyes burn into him.

“I don’t think so,” I shake my head from side to side, “I stay where Amora is, that’s the rules kiddo.”

“She’s safe in here isn’t she,” he tugs on his white shirt cuff that sits under his grey suit jacket.

“She isn’t safe anywhere,” and I feel Amora’s eyes burning into the side of my head, but I give no fucks.

“I said you can leave, you’re dismissed,” Parker stands a little taller, but he has nothing on me. He must be around five foot eight, maybe five foot nine at a push. I step forward and we’re toe to toe, and I slowly crane my neck down to look at him, my lips pulling at one side as a smirk begins to spread.

“You’re just a puppy dog in a big, old, city looking for your next pat on the head and getting a good boy from the alpha that you want to be.” I say slow and low, “So so desperately.”

I watch as his nostrils flare and I love that I am under his skin already.

“Be careful kiddo, don’t want you pulling your neck while you’re looking up at me,”

I hear a loud tut which I am assuming is from Amora. My eyes don’t leave Parker’s when I hear the office door shut a little harder than normal.

“Wow, I can smell the testosterone in here,” and I realize it’s Arabella’s voice.

“These two are having a dick measuring contest,” Amora scoffs and I snap out of my trance, turning to look at her.

“What the fuck?” I can’t help the laugh that rolls out of me at her choice of words.

“Well, you might as well be,” Amora crosses her arms across her chest, her white, silk blouse pulling slightly across her chest and my eyes slip from hers, for just a moment before I realize what I am doing. “You’re both dickheads,” she rolls her eyes, letting her arms drop to her side as she continues through a door in Parker’s office which leads into a large board room. A deep oak gloss table sits proudly in the center and is surrounded by floor to ceiling windows overlooking London City.

“Wow,” I mutter following Amora like a lost sheep, and I stand, hands fisted deep into my suit pockets as I stare out at the skyline.

“It’s something isn’t it,” she breathes out, her smell invading my senses before I see her.

“Do you go into London a lot?” I ask, pulling my eyes from the beautiful city below me and face her, my eyes casting down.

“Used to,” I watch as her happy smile slips, “but then…”

“But then.” I roll my lips and turn my attention back to the view.

“Maybe when this is all over, I can take you into London… show you the best of the best.”

“That would be epic,” I rock back on my heels slightly then turn when I hear a deep voice.

“Dad,” Parker nods towards the older man strolling into the boardroom. Parker is a younger version of his dad.

“Parker,” he smiles, then turns towards Arabella and Amora.

“Ladies.”

“Hi Uncle Carter,” Amora bounds over to him and hugs him.

“It’s good to see you.”

“You too, you look great… I assume you’re keeping well,” he looks at her with such admiration and adoration.

She nods, breaking away from him while he embraces Arabella.

“And you are?” his eyes flick across the room to me.

“This is Titus, surely father of the year has filled you in?”

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