Wed to the Bad Boy(33)

They were just clumsy half beaten assholes.

“Did you take the beating, or are the other guys worse?” I asked, pulling them both in and shutting the door behind them.

“Put on some clothing.” Greyson’s face was red with anger and I looked down. I was wearing a nightgown, but the soft silk left very little to the imagination. And outline of my breasts, my hips, even the texture of my nipples showed through it. Still, the way he said it tempted me not to do as he asked. It begged me to do the opposite. I wanted to strip off and tell him to go fuck himself.

But I walked over to the bedroom and grabbed my robe.

“To answer your question, it was two on five and I feel really bad for their parents. They’ve got some drunk and disorderly charges to deal with on top of the hospital bills.” Greyson seemed pleased with himself even in Janson looked surly next to him.

“You beat up kids?” I asked.

“College men who were under the impression that they were in their physical prime. Don’t worry, we disabused them.” Greyson grabbed me and pulled me down into his lap. It was then that I smelled the wave of bourbon on him. He reeked of it, and yet it set off his own scent and his cologne and just the smell of it on his breath was slightly intoxicating.

I pushed away from him but he only held me tighter. “You are a fucking brute.”

“I know it,” he smiled and then swooped down to kiss me, his lips bruising mine as took my lips. I couldn’t fight it, not for long. I didn’t want to. I melted right there in his lap.

“Hey, asshole,” Janson said as he sunk down into the leather chair. “You seriously going to do this right here in front of me?”

“What, you wanna watch?” Greyson said a smirk painted on his face.

Janson screwed up his lips and glared. “No, I wanted you to fucking get off the couch so I can get a head-start on this fucking hangover.”

“You didn’t need to drink the whole bottle of gin Vick offered you for ridding him of those idiots,” Greyson answered. He stood and pulled me up with him. I didn’t really understand what they were bantering about, but I didn’t care. He had his arms around me and that was all I wanted. No matter what argument my rational mind came up with that was the truth. I wanted to be there, wrapped up in his arms. No matter what he did.

“Fee for services rendered. Pest extermination.” Janson explained. “We were helping the barkeep with those kids. They were assholes.”

I just nodded.

“Pays to have a job you love,” Greyson answered Janson as he ushered me into the bedroom.

Right. They beat the shit out of people for the fun of it. I forgot. My mood soured, but it was too late. I was in his arms.

The arms of a monster.





Chapter Eleven





Greyson



“I need you to procure the expenditure list of September. I need to sign off on it,” I told my secretary, Lily.

“Do you want October’s as well?” she asked as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. It was her nervous tick, one that I’d picked up only hours after working with her. She fiddled with her hair when nervous. I understood. I made everyone around me nervous. She just wasn’t good at hiding it.. She was eager to please and hard working.

“If you can get it from my father’s accounting staff. They usually aren’t available this early in the month, but you might be able to at least get a projection.”

She nodded. Lily was new, but she was a quick learner. Her brother worked on the line, and he’d spoken to me privately, asking for the favor of a hire. I promised him an interview, nothing more.

But she was qualified, and I knew if she worked half as hard as he did she would be a good edition. I was right, she worked harder than her brother.

And I liked to torment Janson with her because I saw the way he looked at her. He thought she was cute.

“Anything else, sir?”

“Yes, I need to go get David Murphy on the line. His number should be in the company contacts.”

“Does he work in a particular division?” she asked. She meant of Fitzgerald Incorporated or Mizer Group, the two business groups my father was the CEO over. He also had a dozen shell corporations all linked back to them, the master of business and embezzlement. It was an empire built on dirty dealings. My dad was a master of underhanded, one that no one could ever catch in the act, not that they hadn’t tried. I knew that was why we were so careful in our field. We made sure that nothing ever got connected to us. That we were flawless. Because if anything came out, if there was one scrap of evidence, law enforcement would have a field day. I learned to be wary of anyone and everyone from a young age. It was part of my duty as a Fitzgerald.