Page 7 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

"What's to think about, Alaric. You don't need P and L's to make a decision. You were summa cum laude at Kenyan, for Christ's sake. We're friends. We go way back…since high school. Then four years at Kenyan." Yeah, four years of me watching you be a prick. "We had one fallout." He snaps his fingers, and my eyes harden, hearing the words slide off his lips. "Senior year at the initiation party."

I yawn, feigning boredom. "So," I drawl.

Motherfucker. He wants to throw the steak at the wolf to see if he is hungry so he can bare his teeth. But all I do is give him a grin. I could care less about that party and what happened. It's in the past, and yes, I slipped. Once.

"Get to the point, Dorian. I don't have time for a college reunion. I give three fucks about what happened at that party any more than you do."

"Oh, you don't–"

"No," I grit.

My jaw hardens every time I'm reminded about that night and that lying, manipulative cunt and one of the reasons my cousin Alicia is dead. I could care less about her.

The door to the boardroom opens, and my father and uncle stroll in along with Dorian's father. "Did you two boys wrap things up?" Mr. Black says with a smile.

I'm hardly a boy, but his wife and daughter know that personally. He glances at me when he sits like he won the deal of a lifetime. In your dreams, asshole. I will not ever go into business with the Black family in this generation or the next. My father knows that, but he does what I ask, and since my cousin Reid will take over his share of his hotels, he thinks I have a purpose. I do. Just not the way he thinks I do. Keep your moves private. Calculation is key, and timing is everything in business. Like when you want to strangle your opponent, and that someone right now is Dorian. Not yet.

"I'm finished," I reply, picking up my whiskey glass and downing the three fingers that are left before getting up.

"Wait!" I look up at Dorian and see the desperation crossing his features. "I-I can get you the reports."

"Riordan?” Mr. Black nudges his head toward me, speaking to my father like I'm not here. "Talk to Alaric." Like that's going to change the outcome of my decision. Desperate pig.

"I'm afraid it's up to Alaric. He makes all the business decisions, and if he disagrees, I'm afraid it stands, Black," my father replies.

"Alaric?" Dorian calls out.

"The answer is no, Dorian. I have no interest in merging with you because we both know the truth, and I hate wasting my time. You would have sent me the reports if you were serious and a two hundred and fifty million investment is steep, even for you. You and your father can see yourselves out," I say as I move to walk out of the boardroom, hearing his parting shot.

"You will regret it, Alaric. I promise you that!"

"That's enough, Dorian. He said no, and we don't beg," Mr. Black scolds.

That should be the least of his worries. I don't do well with threats.

I walk into my office and shut the door.

"Took you long enough." I turn my head and look at the woman I have chained to the wall, giving her about twenty feet to walk around. And I was being generous. Not because I give a shit but because it gives her the ability to use the toilet. I have no interest in sending someone in to clean up her mess.

"I had a business meeting."

She rolls her eyes. "Of course, you did. You always have meetings. You hold the majority share of both Riodrick-Riordan holdings. Billionaires are found at meetings."

"I'm a busy man," I reply, unbuckling my pants, and watch as she falls to her knees, hearing the chains rattle. She takes me in her mouth, and I hear her moan.

"Can you take it?" I push harder down her throat, making her gag, watching the tears pool in her eyes, just the way I like it. "No?" I grip her auburn-colored hair when she doesn't speak, fisting it in my fingers and looking at the color. Never a blonde or a brunette, unless it is for a reason, but never for pleasure. I pull, arching her neck, so she can take me deeper, watching her eyes roll back in her skull. In three seconds, her air constricts, and if she is as good as she says, she will know to relax her throat and breathe through her nose. If not, she will struggle to breathe. Not my problem. She should have known better than to want to fuck and suck my cock.

I hear her gag and watch the drool slide down her chin while I fuck her face, pulling her hair. I grip the side of her head and pick up speed, fucking her mouth and watching her struggle.

"Just a little more." She nods, but I can tell this is hard for her. She can't take it. Pathetic. All that talk that she can take me. She stops and whips her head back, gasping for air.

"I-I can't," she gasps.

Of course, you can't. You like to fuck rich men for money. That is why she took the job as secretary for Dorian Black. So she can spread her legs and hope to get lucky. I asked her to give me information on Dorian's company, and she thought I was a bigger fish she could catch for a payday, so she folded. The problem is, she didn't know I was an apex predator. I eat the fish and the one trying to catch them.

I pull out and put myself away and step back. "Then get up and get out."

Her eyes look between the door and me. "B-but," she stammers.

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