Free Piercing a Dom's Heart by Holly Roberts

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    “I hired her to keep you out. I’ll order Jenny more food so she has better luck the next time you visit without an appointment.”
    Jenny slammed his door shut from the outside. She’d heard every bigoted “fat” insult his mother had ever come up with, handled them like a pro, and once told Mrs. Sterling she would sit on her face after eating a can of beans. Unfortunately, his mother didn’t have a heart attack and he guessed overall he was glad because that was one bonus he didn’t have enough ready cash to pay.
    “Are you going to tell me why you’re here or do I need to call security and have you removed?”
    “You are just like your father.”
    “I am nothing like that man except for the fact neither of us could stand being around you for more than two minutes.” He looked at his watch. “The clock is ticking.”
    “You are no different, he ran around with every slut he could find.” Her face was growing red.
    Now he was getting angry. “I do not run around with sluts but if I thought it would keep you away I would behave exactly like my father.”
    “You need to get married and after ruining things with Elizabeth because of your kinky sex habits, I think a slut would be the only female your money could buy.”
    His clenched jaw turned into a wicked smile. “If you have a slut in mind who doesn’t mind being tied to the bed post please send her to my house tonight.” He wasn’t surprised Elizabeth confided in his mother. It was actually funny because Elizabeth had no idea how kinky he could be. Unfortunately his mother wasn’t giving up or leaving. She was the queen of ignoring what she didn’t want to hear.
    “A friend of mine has a daughter that you will escort to the hospital benefit on Saturday night. I’m told you do not have a date.”
    “If I can bring handcuffs to the ball and find a place to have a little kinky sex, I’ll think about it.”
    Her face grew redder but she held her ground. “No, this one will make the perfect mother for my grandchildren and I’m sure she could force herself into being restrained if you are generous enough in the prenup.”
    “We do not live in the middle ages where it takes an heir to inherit a fortune. I plan to go to my grave childless and leave my money to charity. And besides, your grandchildren will run and hide when they see you coming.”
    “Why are you so hateful?”
    “I learned from the best Mommy Dearest.”
    “If I hadn’t suffered through twelve hours of labor bringing you into the world I would swear you didn’t belong to me. The only good thing you’ve ever done was keep your father away after I produced his prodigal son.”
    “That may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. I would hate to think of the torture you would have put a sister or brother through if given the chance.”
    Her eyes filled with hatred. She was normally able to hide her feelings but today she was more on edge than usual.
    Early in Bran’s life, his father explained that his mother fell in love with a man that painted her parent’s summer home. Bran’s grandparents paid him off and the man immediately dumped her without a backwards glance. She was heartbroken. On the rebound she became pregnant with Bran and was forced to marry Brandon Edward Sterling III much to her parent’s delight. Bran often wondered if she would be such a bitter woman if she ran off with her painter. He shook his head to clear any feelings of sympathy for the mother who spent years abroad, never called or gave a damn what happened to her son, and that was when he was little more than a toddler. When he was five, she slapped him in the face when she overheard him call his nanny mommy and then fired the distraught woman. Bran learned early on that if he showed any type of feelings for one of his caregivers they never returned. His father wouldn’t interfer because he was too busy working to keep his wealth and fucking every secretary in his office. That was one of