A Mate for York(39)

Cassidy removed her jacket, turning and folding it neatly before bending to place it on top of her purse.

There were several cameras in the room, placed in various positions. York ground his teeth together watching how Griffin checked out Cassidy’s ass as she bent down. The male even repositioned his dick in his pants. The fucker was hard for her. York had to close his eyes for a few seconds in order to keep himself under control.

“You might want to lose the dress.”

York shook his head, running a hand over the buzz on his scalp. The neckline on Cassidy’s dress was a little lower than the blouse had been yesterday. Not low enough to reveal even a hint of cleavage but low enough that her neck was sufficiently exposed. The little fuck was trying his luck, plain and simple.

Cassidy shook her head, giving Griffin a hint of a smile. “I think you’ll manage.”

Thank the gods up above, she sat down next to Griffin instead of sitting on his lap and turned her head away from him. Her legs were crossed at the knee and her hands were clasped in her lap. There was no sign of the sensual female he had caught a glimpse of the night before.

It should’ve helped to make him feel a bit better about this whole thing. Should’ve had his heart slowing down, should’ve stopped the adrenaline that coursed through his veins. It didn’t. He still felt like he was slowly suffocating. Like a great weight was coming down on him.

York didn’t want Griffin to touch her. Not a hair on her head. Not so much as a chaste touch with the tip of a single finger. He most definitely did not want the male drinking from her.

“Ready?’ Griffin asked.

Cassidy nodded.

When Griffin leaned forward and buried his head in her neck, York not only growled but he snarled as well causing both Lea and Sasha to gasp.

Cassidy’s eyes widened for a quick second before clamping shut. Another even louder snarl was torn from him as he watched Griffin’s throat work as he swallowed the first mouthful of her blood.

York didn’t think. If he had allowed rational thought to enter his mind, he would’ve stayed right where he was and dealt with his feelings, instead he acted. Within seconds he had busted the door to room B clear off its hinges and ripped Griffin from Cassidy.

That was not where it ended, he punched the male in the face three times. The first one pulverized his nose, the second cracked his jaw and the last split both his top and bottom lips in a spray of blood. York was just moving into position to kick Griffin in the ribs, trying to aim correctly for most impact. A broken sternum was one of the most difficult bones in the body to heal. It hurt like fuck. Unfortunately, the guards outside chose just that moment to rain on his parade and pulled him back.

Three of the fuckers.

York still managed to land a few punches while they worked to secure him. Griffin was dazed and bleeding. Red and wet looked good on the fucker. He only wished he’d had a bit more time to make him pay for touching his female. The female. He had no hold over Cassidy. He didn’t even know her.

When he turned to her, she was pale. “What’s wrong with you?” She looked away as she reached for her bag.

“Let me explain,” York growled.

“I think you’ve done enough explaining. Please leave me alone. You’re ruining my life.” She put the purse strap around her shoulder and practically ran out of the room.

The ache in his chest was back. He didn’t know how to get rid of it. Hitting Griffin had only made him feel worse. York put a hand to his chest, the sad look on Cassidy’s face had physically hurt him. He didn’t know how to fix this.





Chapter 10




“I cannot believe that you went against my orders within an hour of my giving them.” Brant smashed his fist into the table. It cracked, right down the middle. He cursed. “Look what you made me do.”

He pushed a button or two on his phone and held the device to his ear. “Allison…” It was Brant’s personal assistant. “Please order another boardroom table.”

There was a chuckle on the other end. And Allison said something back. York was too deep in his own thoughts to pay much attention.

“Yes”—Brant growled—“another one.”

“This will be the second one you’ve ruined this month,” Brant’s assistant said.

“Get me a stronger table then.” He ended the call.

His king sucked in a deep breath. “What the fuck am I going to do with you?” He rose to his feet and moved to the other end of the room, running a hand through his hair. “There is a reason why you head up the elite team, York.” He paused for a few beats. “Yeah sure, you’re fucking strong. One of the most capable warriors in battle, but you are more than just those things.” He turned to face York, his eyes were blazing. “You are responsible, you keep your cool in the most difficult situations. I needed a level headed leader and I thought I had one in you.”