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I’m just
kidding you, man.” Carter slaps me on the back and I have to keep
from punching his lights out. “I don’t care if you guys are
fucking like rabbits. Live and let live, I say.”
    “You know, you’re
real lucky,” I growl.
    “Oh yeah?”
    “Yeah. If we were
anyplace else, I would break every bone in your body,” I say
conversationally, like we’re just shooting the shit here. “I’d
smash your fucking jaw in so hard you’d be in reconstructive
surgery for a month.”
    Carter goes pale.
    “But that would ruin
the party, right?” I continue, grabbing my drink from the bartender
and throwing down a massive tip. “And Keely needs everything to run
smoothly. So tonight’s your lucky night, asshole. But the next time
you speak to me, I might just change my mind.”
    I leave him quaking
like the pussy he is. But fuck it, I feel like punching someone now.
It’s not just Carter, it’s this whole fucking show.
    Riches and excess, a
million lies.
    There’s a
black-and-white portrait photo of Ashcroft mounted on the staircase,
looking down on us all. I look at it, feeling that familiar stab of
resentment and burning fury. But tonight, there’s something else
lurking beneath the simple rage.
    Doubt.
    Ever since Keely showed
me those threatening notes, I don’t know what to think. It was all
so simple before I came here: Ashcroft was the heartless bastard who
destroyed my father, and in return, I’d destroy his legacy. But now
I wonder, what the hell was going on back then? Who was blackmailing
him? And what did they want?
    Did he cut my father
out to hurt him -- or to try and save his life?
    Either way, it means
jack shit now. Ashcroft and my dad are both cold bodies in the
ground. All that’s left is this now: the company, his legacy.
    And Keely.
    I see her make her
entrance across the room.
    Fuck.
    She’s gorgeous
tonight. Hell, she’s always beautiful, but this is something else:
her hair pinned up, those eyes shining with excitement, that body
poured into a classy, sweeping dress.
    She chats with some of
the guests, smiling, putting them at ease. People crowd around to
meet her, the unofficial star attraction of the night. She handles
the attention like she was born to do it, even though I know she must
be nervous as hell to make the right impression.
    I feel an unfamiliar
clench in my chest. Pride. Possession.
    Love.
    No. Fuck no.
    I gulp the rest of my
whiskey, and grab another drink from the tray.
    Get a grip. I scold
myself. Just because the girl is strong, and smart, and a fucking
miracle in bed, it doesn’t mean you can think for one minute this
will ever be something real. This is just your dick talking.
    You know how that ends.
You swore, never again.
    I look at her again.
She’s wearing red lipstick, and I focus on that juicy mouth.
Imagining her tight red lips sliding up and down my cock, how she
whimpers with pleasure when I shove it all the way down. How her
pussy gushes, just from sucking me off.
    My cock twitches. Yeah,
that’s more like it. No emotional bullshit clouding my mind, just
plain hard lust. This hold she’s got on me is just physical. It has
to be.
    My heart doesn’t know
how to love anymore.
    I cut through the crowd
towards her. She’s surrounded by business types, a group of old
guys hanging off her every word and angling for a better look down
her dress.
    “...we can promise
you--- Vaughn!” Her face lights up when she sees me.
    “Hey, baby.” I slip
an arm around her waist and flash the guys a grin. “Sorry, but I
have to steal her away for just a minute.”
    I steer Keely away
before anyone has a chance to object.
    “What’s going on?”
she asks me, tripping in her heels to keep up.
    I lead her up the
stairs and around the far side of the mezzanine. It’s quieter here,
away from the crowds, overlooking the ballroom. “This is what’s
going on.” I push her up against the balcony, stealing a taste of
her juicy mouth. Her body yields against me with a