VIII: Closing In (Ty)
I'm taking a seaside run somewhere halfway along Bellingham and Claire's office when my phone dings. She's ready for me.
About fucking time too. I've been waiting to pick her up and haul her back to my cave since I sent her off to work with a kiss and a slap on the ass.
Fuck, Claire's ass. Just thinking about it gets me hard. Running like a dog who's been cooped up all winter pulls energy from every part of my body except the steel hammering in my pants.
I've been on edge all day. It's not like the feeling's new. Before, I always went gunning for some new slut to drain my nuts at the club.
Now, I just go in to take care of business, thinking about bringing Claire home the whole time. Losing the place doesn't upset me as much as it did a day ago. It's like this chick's an antidote to the poison my fuck of an old man injected.
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I'm Zen to the point of freaking everybody else out. Shit, half the chicks I've had my dick in tear up when they hear the rumors I'm leaving. They fall all over themselves, begging me for one last sympathy fuck, but I smile and push right past 'em.
They don't fucking get it. Olympus has fallen. Me, Ty Sterner, the badass billionaire fighter with a dick that never quits is about to go exclusive.
I've finally found the only pussy I wanna bury my dick in for the rest of my life – and it's a goddamned good one. Just thinking about Claire wrapped around me, moaning her little heart out the way she did last night, makes my cock ready to do the rumba.
I get sex off the brain long enough to climb into my car and finish the drive south. A little later, I pull up to the office and wait. Place doesn't look like much, especially if these fuckers are hellbent on giving my old man and lots of other tycoons hell.
My eyes start scanning. I'm expecting to find Claire waiting for me on the curb, or maybe behind the sleek glass door leading inside.
I sure as shit don't expect to see her sitting in some asshole's car, wiping tears outta her eyes.
“What the fuck?” My heart spits rage into my blood, and it goes straight to my fists.
I gun it and drive forward. The car screams to a stop next to the mystery man's car. She's looking up at me and waving her hands, but I'm already outta the driver's seat like a dog off the chain, heading for her door.
This motherfucker with a piss sucking look on his face steps out and glares at me. He's tall, but I'm taller and wider than his gawky ass. I push past him – jab my hand on his chest and fling him against the car – working my way around to where Claire's climbing out.
“Baby, what's wrong?”
She runs into my arms and buries her face. “Let's go home, Ty. Please. I don't want to cause more of a scene than I already –“
“What the fuck did you do!” I look at the shithead standing across from us.
It's not a question.
I'm ready to walk my girl to the car and then run back over, grab him by the throat, and put the motherfucker through his own windshield. He's got about ten seconds to explain why the fuck my woman's in tears, and the countdown's already begun.
“That's work business. You heard the lady. We're done here.” He holds his hands up and gives me an uneasy grin. “Look, I don't want any trouble. I'll make sure someone packs up her things and gets them over to her, sir.”
The last word comes out full of venom, like he's chewing mud. He looks at me like some shit he just found stuck to his shoe. I bare my teeth and lean down to Claire, whispering in her ear.
“Car's unlocked. Go get in, babe. I'll do the rest.”
“Ty, no. This is embarrassing. Please, please don't –“
“Babe!” I hold up a finger and press it to her pretty lips. “You heard me. Now listen.”
Her eyes fill with horror, but she casts one more hateful glance at the pretty boy scarecrow kicking at the pavement like a goddamned turkey. She peels herself away from me and heads to my car. I don't move 'til I hear the car door shut.
I'm off like lightning.
The asshole's eyes go wide and he reaches for his door, trying to scramble back into his car. It's too fucking late.
I get him by the shoulders and slam him down on the pavement. A satisfied growl rumbles in my throat when I hear his jaw crack.
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“Hey! Heeeey! Jesus fucking Christ, what're you doing? Do you want me to call the cops?” He's slurring his words like I've cracked the jawbone or a few teeth are busted out.
Good.
I rip his head up by the hair and give his head a jerk, making damned sure he realizes how easy it'll be to fuck his face up a whole lot more. I'll bounce his melon on the hard ground like a damned basketball if he doesn't start talking.