More Than Hate You (More Than Words) - Page 49

“I’ve thought ahead and I’ve got a solution. Leave it to me.”

By the time I reach the corporate apartment, my head is buzzing with ideas.

The last thing I expect to walk in and find is Shane Rawson naked and being pleasured by a trio of women with fake tits and high heels while wearing a small fortune in cocaine on the tip of his nose.

Does his father have any idea this is where his company’s funds are going?

I stop in the doorway, and Reservoir’s current CEO scowls, clutching a fifth of whiskey. “Who the fuck are you? You look familiar.”

Shit. “I’m the consultant.”

He grabs the hair of the woman between his legs, sucking his cock with gusto, and lifts her off. “The one that meddling cunt talked my father into hiring?”

“She’s your sister.”

“The hell she is,” he growls. “How was my dad sloppy enough to knock up some stupid new hire? Birth control existed twenty-five years ago. He should have fucking used it. Reservoir doesn’t need Sloan.”

An insult burns the tip of my tongue. I’m itching to plow my fist into his face. But that won’t do anything except get me fired and arrested.

Swallowing my rage, I set my food on the hall table and casually withdraw my phone, pretending to look at it while I start rolling video—just in time to capture him shoving the kneeling woman back onto his cock while another licks his nipples, and the third hoists her long leg onto the arm of the chair and grinds against his face.

Just wow.

“Don’t blame Sloan. Your father approved hiring me,” I point out.

“Ah, fuck.” He shuttles the woman on her knees deeper onto his dick, hissing, lips pursed as if he’s concentrating on his pleasure…and like he’s watched enough porn clips to convince him his O face is cool. “My father needs to stop sticking his nose in my company. He gave it to me. Oh, yeah…” he groans. “But you’re giving it to me better, aren’t you, slut?”

“Always. Anytime you want,” she purrs as she licks her way up his cock. “I can do him, too, for extra.”

“Fuck that.” He shoves her back on his cock. “Your mouth is mine tonight.”

The one licking his nipples straightens up with a smile. “Where’s the bedroom? I brought the restraints. I’ll hook them up.”

“Down the hall,” Shane supplies as he absently sucks on the pussy in front of him.

In the bedroom I’m sleeping in? “But I’m staying here.”

“Not anymore. Get your shit and leave. I’m firing you myself.”

“You don’t have that authority. Your father still owns the company.”

He scoffs, then moans when his fluffer takes a long draw on his cock. “Not for long. I’m going to put the old man out to pasture and handle this shit my way.”

Fuck, Shane is a raving asshole. “The way you’re handling it now? You’re on the brink of bankrupting the company.”

“No. There’s still money in the bank.”

“It’s less than the amount needed to make payroll next Friday.”

“Shut up,” he snarls. “I’m here to have a good time, and you’re harshing my buzz. Get the fuck out.”

“At this pace, you’ll be selling Reservoir for pennies on the dollar in a handful of weeks.”

“So? I’ll still have a lot of money, and I won’t have to hear another word about boring-as-fuck data storage or listen to blowhards like you anymore. Get your shit and go.”

I stop rolling the video and shove my phone back in my pocket. Shane is too busy pouring booze on the pussy in his face and getting sucked off to notice.

Shaking my head, I stroll into the bedroom, gather my things, and pack quietly, ignoring the brunette with the pigtails and the see-through tank fastening restraints to the bedposts.

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