Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Things would be different if it were just our names on the line, but it’s Dad’s name, too. Tristan and I both saw how hard he worked to build Steele Realty to the multi-dollar business that it is. It would crush him to know his sons are running around being reckless, as if we don’t have an empire to protect. I can already see his disappointed expression, and it’s one I want to avoid at all costs. Our dad is our idol, and I’ll never be able to forgive myself if all his hard work goes down the drain over Tristan and me getting our dicks wet in virgin pussy.
I try to focus on my work, but I can’t concentrate on anything but the woman who could potentially ruin our lives. The look she gave us when Tristan said my name…
I shake my head. There was something in her gaze that was familiar, as if we know her too… yet she still feels like a stranger. It’s obviously not anyone that we work with, as the hair color and body type don’t match anyone in the office. But the fact she knows my nickname—one that only really close friends or family use—means she knows us on a much more personal level than we realize.
Yeah, we definitely have to figure out who the fuck she is.
“Why aren’t the contracts on my desk if they were delivered an hour ago?” I hear Tristan bellow. I look up to see him inches away from the cowering intern, who looks to be on the verge of tears. “If you’re going to be a goddamn idiot, then there’s no place for you here.”
I push to my feet with a deep sigh as I make my way out of my office. His heated eyes fall on me, and the intern scurries away in the opposite direction. I watch her retreat before redirecting my hard gaze back to my brother.
“Could you be any more obvious?” I hiss under my breath. “We’re supposed to be acting normal, as if nothing’s wrong. You acting like a goddamn basket case is going to raise more red flags than we need right now.”
“I don’t see how you can be so fucking calm,” he snaps back, but at least he’s smart enough not to scream again.
“It’s not like there’s anything else to do but stay calm.” I fold my arms across my chest. “All we can do is wait and see what Lucian says. Yelling at an intern is not going to get you closer to finding out the information you want.”
Tristan’s gaze moves around the open space of the lobby, noticing multiple pairs of uneasy eyes on him. He exhales deeply and moves past me to head toward our offices. I follow behind him, closing the door once we’re both inside.
“I can’t stop thinking about her.” Tristan plops down on a chair across from my desk and puts his face in his hands. “That look in her eyes is literally haunting me. It’s like I know her and don’t know her at the same time, and it’s pissing me off that I can’t think of her name.”
I nod empathetically.
“Same.” I sit behind my desk and spin around in the chair for a few moments as I think. “I know this is serious and all, but you’re gonna have to keep a level head. The last thing we need is for it to get back to Dad that you’re making interns cry and working up the staff. He doesn’t have his sights on us, so let’s keep it that way.”
“I can’t rest until I know who she is,” he states, his voice firm.
“And we’ll find that out soon enough, but you need to fucking relax.” I give him a pointed look. “Seriously.”
He stares at me for a long moment before huffing in frustration.
“Whatever. I just know Lucian better have news soon, or I’m going to go up there and extract the information from him by any means necessary.”
I chuckle. “Violence is never the answer, Tristan. It’s just going to get you banned from the club.”
“That’s the last of my concerns.” He stands to his feet. “If news gets out about us being tied to a sex club and paying to sleep with virgins, we’ll be banned from inheriting our birthright—this company. Or did you forget that?”
“Of course I didn’t forget,” I say, rolling my eyes. I swear he can be so fucking dramatic. “But you don’t need to go creating new problems when we already have a big enough one to deal with. Just give it time. He’ll get back to us soon en—”
Our conversation grinds to a halt when my phone rings on my desk, Lucian’s name appearing on the screen. I don’t even have time to pick it up before Tristan snatches it up and barks an answer, putting the call on speaker.