Once Upon A Time(27)

She had a point. Kate didn't agree with having clients in her office at Blue Stone; she liked being in control of the situation, always giving the clients the location.

“So I don’t tell her, but what happens if she finds out?” I groaned, taking another large gulp of wine.

“There’s no reason she would unless he opens his mouth.”

Just the mention of his mouth had me choking on my wine. Coughing and spluttering, I threw Quinn an evil glare as he laughed so hard ice cream flew out his mouth and landed on my face.

“This is such a mess.” I placed my glass on the table, wiping away the errant ice cream from my cheek.

Quinn gulped hard, wiping his mouth with his hand before finally opening his mouth.

“So how big is his dick?” He smiled, clearly intrigued.

“Are you serious?” I laughed. Turning to Quinn, I noticed his serious expression. Oh god, he was. “I’m not telling you that!”

“Come on, Pay!” Kylie squealed, pouring more wine in our glasses.

“You said so yourself, you’re not going to run in to him again, so spill.” Quinn wiggled his eyebrows as he grabbed his wine.

“Ugh.”

“Judging by your reaction, I’m assuming he is hung like a horse.” Kylie chuckled..

“Oh my god.” I laughed, hiding behind my hands as my best friends carried on the conversation.

“What does being the king of Black Enterprises entail anyway?” Quinn asked, his question intended for me but Kylie got in there before I could even think about answering him.

“Well, I looked up the business when we found out Ms. Prude over here had been given her first meeting.” She drained her glass of wine before pouring another. “Black Enterprises consists of three sectors. He owns most of the nightclubs in New York, thus explaining Omega. Then there’s the hotel chains he owns, not to mention the exclusive buildings. He’s worth… millions.”

“Jesus. You had sex with a millionaire!” Quinn shrieked, his voice high enough to give me an instant headache. “Please tell me he has the biggest dick you've ever seen!”

My cheeks instantly pinked.

“The answer to your question is written all over her face!” Kylie laughed, throwing her head back. “Well, you know what they say, once you go black you never—“

“For the love of all things holy, finish that sentence and I'll punch you in the throat.”

“I was just sayin’.” She rolled her eyes, her gaze landing on my purse. “Er, Pay? Your cell’s ringing.”

“Oh shit! Kate!” I screamed, jumping from the sofa, diving into my purse. Pulling out my cell, I cringed as Kate’s name lit up my screen. Hitting answer, I placed it against my ear.

“Hello?”

“Payton.” She spat my name off her tongue like venom. “You were supposed to call me the minute you stepped out of the meeting.”

I inwardly groaned; deciding I didn't want my best friends to hear Kate yell at me through the phone and possibly fire me, I walked into my bedroom and shut the door behind me.

“I’m sorry, Kate,” I apologized, taking a seat on my bed. “Everything happened so quickly.”

“Yes,” She paused, talking to someone in the background. “Next time you call me when you've signed a client.”

I paused in shock. How in the hell did she find out I’d signed Black Enterprises?

As if she could read my mind, she answered the question for me.

“Mr. Black called me himself, informing me of the meeting. I want you in my office at 9am tomorrow morning. Do not be late, Payton.”

My phone stayed exactly where it was, even after the call ended, attached to my ear as I sat in utter shock. He didn't tell her about how I referred to Blue Stone or Black Enterprises, did he? Oh my god. What if he told her we’d slept together and it could be a conflict of interest? What if he was just fucking with me and decided to opt out of the contract?

My heart dropped at the thoughts running around my mind. This is why men were nothing but fleeting moments in my life, why I chose to stay single. Life isn't a fairy tale; shit like this happens day in, day out. But, of course, fairy tales still give us this false sense of hope that everything will work out. But like everything else, those hopes are dashed because reality always trumps fantasy.

Fairy tales are for morons.

“Payton?” A knocking came from my door and the inquisitive voice of my best friend, Kylie.

“Ky, I need a minute. Can you guys, can you clear up the wine for me?” I sighed, defeated and utterly deflated.

“Okay, babe. I'll call you tomorrow, my lunch break's nearly over. Most of the office will be on the second day of the bonding session and Phil wants me there.”