You know what, Gorgeous?
Fuck it.
I don't care if I lose fucking Kane Price.
I don't care if I never work on Wall Street again.
I'm not going to give up the one good thing in my life for a company. I'm not going to sacrifice my happiness to make more money.
Lorna brings her mouth toward me. "I know you're going to enjoy me," she purrs. "And if you even want I can do a press conference and tell the world I know for a fact you're not impotent and gay. Describe how good you fucked me. I bet Becca will cry for days."
Fuck off, bitch.
"Did you say something?" she asks me. She must have heard me mumbling.
Apparently I didn't speak loudly.
"I said to fuck off," I say, looking at her. "And then I called you a bitch."
Lorna looks at me for a moment.
I don't know where that hand of hers comes from but it's at an awkward angle and trying to slap me.
I grab it by the wrist and hold it up. She yelps as I lift my body up.
Lorna tries to latch on, but I throw her.
Not hard, mind you, Gorgeous.
I'm a hard fucking man and I've left my enemies in the dust, but I would never touch a fucking woman.
No, I throw her against the sofa where she crouches as she looks at me.
I take one last look at her.
"I think our deal is fucking off," I tell her simply.
I'm not mad.
I'm just removing her from my goddamn life.
"If our deal is off, then your company is mine," Lorna shrieks. I pause and turn to look at her. She has no fucking clue. "I
won't stop until Becca ends up just like her father!"
Becca told me all about her Dad and Lorna.
You know how I told you I never hit women?
Well, Gorgeous...just this once I am so fucking tempted.
But it won't do anything.
I'm strong enough to leave.
My mind is a jumble as I hail a cab that takes me downtown.
“Where do you want me to take you exactly, man?” the cabbie asks me and I jump.