Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

here is a knock on the door. We don’t even have a chance to speak to each other privately about what our game plan is in dealing with whatever the crisis is.

“Dallas Fell is here to talk about his security. He claims he lost five million dollars because our security entail didn’t protect him. He’s threatening to kill you and everyone you sent to protect his assets,” Langston says poking his head in.

Langston glances from Enzo to me, and it’s clear he’s worried. This man must be dangerous and pissed at Enzo for failing him.

Enzo just nods like he deals with this every day. He probably does.

“I’m sure he does. Five million is a lot of money to a man like him,” Enzo continues.

“Should I send him in?” Langston asks.

“No, we need a few minutes to discuss our game plan first,” Enzo says.

“Really? He’s irate and causing havoc—flipping tables and shit. I don’t think leaving him alone is a good idea,” Langston says.

Enzo ignores him as he stares at me. His wheels are obviously turning in a different direction.

“Take him to your office and offer him our best liquor while he waits. Assure Dallas he will have ten million added to his account, and that’s what I’m handling while he waits. Then bring him to my office in fifteen minutes,” Enzo says, his voice calm and collected.

Ten million! He’s going to give this man ten million dollars because he fucked up.

Langston rolls his eyes, and I suspect Enzo acts like this all the time, while Langston is less calm and collected.

“You’ll owe me for any damage the asshole does to my office,” Langston says.

Enzo smiles tightly. “I always do. Bring Zeke with you. He can rough him up if he gets too out of control.”

Langston nods and then leaves.

“Ten million dollars? Don’t you think if you are just going to throw that kind of money at someone to fix a problem you should run it by me? That’s a fuck ton of money,” I say.

“No, it’s not a lot of money. Not to Black.”

I scowl. “It’s a lot of money to me.”

He shakes his head. “Not anymore.

I sigh—he’s right. If I win, ten million dollars will be nothing. And if I lose, the money won’t be mine anyway.

“Fine.”

He grins. “I knew you’d see it my way.”

“I do, but from now on run it by me first. I don’t want to have to tattle on you to Archard,” I smirk.

“You won’t tattle on me.”

I step closer taking a deep breath as his eyes heat. “I will,” I tease.

His eyes drop from my face to my cleavage peeking out from beneath my shirt.

He wants me.

I want him.

And after he brought me to orgasm without so much as touching me, I’ve been dying to know what it would be like for him to fuck me—but I’m too fucked up for sex.

And I can’t get past him selling me.