Ruthless Kings (Windsor Academy 2)

He laughs. “Aw, Kingston, you’re not getting territorial over some pussy, are you? I know she’s an exceptionally beautiful girl, but that’s no reason to lose your common sense.”

I do scoff this time. “Fuck no. As long as Jasmine keeps Hoovering my dick whenever I want, I don’t give a rat’s ass who else she fucks.”

“Speaking of...I suppose I have you to thank for the flash drive I found on my desk when I returned from Miami?”

My smile is genuine this time. Getting rid of Vanessa was an absolute pleasure and long overdue. “Of course. I couldn’t let her get away with betraying you like that.”

"You're a good son. I appreciate your looking out for me. That cheating slut doesn't deserve the honor of being my wife. And a delivery boy, for fuck's sake. Could she get any lower?" My father steps out from behind the desk and pats me on the shoulder. “I guess it’s time to trade her in for a newer model, huh?”

Your last bride just turned twenty-two. You don’t have much room to go for a younger model, fuckwad.

“Yeah.” I laugh. “Definitely.”

“Maybe I’ll try for a brunette next time around,” he muses. “Someone with some...spunk. I can’t let you have all the fun, now can I?” My father holds his hands out, curling his fingers like he’s cupping a pair of tits. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen Dr. Keller. I’m sure he’d appreciate a new client.”

Dr. Keller is the plastic surgeon my dad uses to inflate all of his fuck dolls' chests, though I'm pretty sure he doesn't have any of them in mind. I don't understand why my father is so interested in Jazz all of a sudden. Maybe it's genuine curiosity, or perhaps this is another test. He's studying me carefully, looking for a reaction. It's like he wants me to flip out on him, giving him a reason not to trust me.

I’m not taking the bait, dickhead.

I stand up and give him a firm pat on the back, maybe a little harder than I should’ve. “Well, good luck on your hunt, old man. If we’re done here, I need to go. All this talk about pussy makes me want to sink my dick into one.”

“Give it to her good, son.” He thrusts his hips to punctuate his crude remark and laughs.

“Always do.”

I give him a dismissive wave as I exit the office and leave Davenport Boating as fast as humanly possible without looking suspicious. If I don’t get the hell out of here, I’m going to lose it.

"KINGSTON," MONIQUE, my father's receptionist, says in greeting. "What are you doing here again? I'm afraid your father left early to catch his flight."

"Damn." I frown in mock disappointment. "I think I left my cell phone in his office earlier. I can't find it anywhere, and that's the last place I remember seeing it."

“Oh, that’s too bad. I know how you kids are with those smartphones. If you can’t find it, it’s like losing a limb.” She chuckles.

I play along. "Yep, it's a curse of my generation. Hey, you don't suppose I could duck in there quickly and have a look around, do you? I'd wait for my dad, but being without it for a week would be hell."

“Of course, honey.” Monique opens the top drawer of her desk and retrieves a key ring. “Take your time; I’ll be here for a while.” She pulls a single key off the ring and hands it to me.

I lean down and smack a kiss on her cheek. “Thanks, Monique. You’re a lifesaver.”

She brushes me off. “Oh, you charmer.”

I feel bad using a sweet old lady like that, but sometimes, you have to utilize all the resources at your disposal for the greater good.

I make sure to lock the door behind me as I enter my father’s office. Like I did with Callahan’s home office, I switch on the detection device and quickly scan the room, acting like I’m searching for my phone. The last thing I need is for my dad to have video evidence of me bugging this place—there’d be no way of talking myself out of that one. Preston Davenport may be an epic douche and a criminal, but stupid he is not.

When the coast is clear, I get to work. I grab a chair to stand on and remove the existing smoke alarm. Thankfully, it's cold enough at night this time of year to justify wearing a jacket, so I could inconspicuously hide its replacement. The nice thing about this device is that it's hooked into the building's electrical, just like the original one. With this, I don't need to worry about battery life. It has a battery in case of a power failure, but it’ll primarily feed off the grid it’s attached to.

After flicking the switch to activate the camera, I twist the cover until it's secure and put the chair back in its rightful place. Before I leave, I open the monitoring app on my phone and check the feed. I smile when a crystal clear 1080 HD image of the entire room pops up. We went with this type of device not only for its ease of installation but also because of its location. Being on the ceiling, in the front corner of the room, there's no space it doesn't cover, save the ensuite. As long as my father isn't doing anything nefarious while taking a shit, I should be good.

I lock up my dad’s office and head back toward reception.

“Did you find it, honey?” Monique asks.

I drop the key on her desk and hold up my cell. “Yep. Thanks again, Monique. You’re the best.”

She smiles. “It’s my pleasure. You have a good night and say hello to that beautiful sister of yours.”

I hit the call button for the elevator, which opens right away. "Will do. Have a good night."