“You went to the cops?” Timothy says walking in and half slamming the door shut behind him.
I sigh sitting back in my chair. I don’t know how he found out but I guess it doesn’t matter now. “I didn’t have a choice.”
He narrows his eyes. “I told you I was handling it.”
“No, you said you were looking into it. But I’m sorry Tim, that’s not good enough. If someone is embezzling trust funds we have to report it. We have a legal duty to.”
He smirks.
“Do you really?” He says.
“What the fuck are you saying?” I growl. “Of course we do. Because apart from anything else we have to find out who it is.”
“And if we know who it is?”
“Do you?” I ask.
He pulls a face, and then slides something across the desk at me.
I frown opening it up. Seeing countless photographs. It feels like a ton of bricks hits me. It feels like I’m suddenly stunned into silence and yet wanting to go berserk all at the same time.
I flick through, even as my hands shake. It’s Eden. It’s me. It’s both of us. He’s got pictures. Dozens of them. There’s Eden, straddling me as I’m tucking that god damn twenty pound note into her thong. There’s one of her obviously sucking me off. One with her bent over the table and dozens more.
Jesus Christ he must have stalked us for days.
“The fuck is this?” I growl.
I thought you said you weren’t messing with her Dom? And yet here it is, plain as day.”
I gulp.
“This is what we’re going to do.” He says leaning over the desk. “You’re going to call your cop mate. Tell him you made a mistake. That there’s no missing money. That it’s all sorted.”
“It was you wasn’t it? You stole that money.”
He smirks. “Maybe I did Dom, but that’s not what these accounts will show…” He slides the paper across. “You see I had enough time to cover my tracks. I couldn’t get the cash back but I could at least cover my own ass. Make sure the blame fell on someone else if it came out…”
I stare at it. At the fake transactions. At the paper that makes it look like it was me. “You’re setting me up?”
“Only if I have to.” He says. “If you play ball, we’ll all get what we want, this investigation goes away and you can continue fucking that little whore of a stepdaughter to your hearts content.”
I growl getting to my feet.
“Don’t be a fool Dom. Don’t try and fight this.” He says facing me head on. “Besides you don’t want anyone else seeing your stepdaughter like this do you?” He says flicking one of the worst photos of her at me. One of the most explicit.
“You really think you’ll get away with this?”
“Think of Eden. You want to let everyone in this city know what you’ve been up to? Let them know what a little slut she is? Do you think our investors will want to keep their money in a business when the CEO behaves like that?”
Maybe I’m stunned into silence because I don’t know how to reply. All I know is one way or another I’m going to kill him, I’m going to fucking kill Timothy.
My phone rings. It half screams on the desk and we both jump staring at it for a few moments.
“Aren’t you going to get that mate?” Tim says.
I shake my head at him but reach over anyway picking it up.
“Mr Mathers?” A female voice says.
“Who is this?” I half growl taking out my anger and my frustration on the caller.
“It’s Katie, Eden’s friend. There’s, there’s been an accident. A, a car crash, Eden..”
“Where is she? Is she okay?”
“She’s at the hospital. We’re both here.”
“Tell her I’m coming. Tell her I’m coming right now.” I half-shout before hanging up.
“Trouble in paradise?” Timothy says.
“Fuck you.” I say grabbing my keys half running for the door.
“Just remember our bargain. You keep up your end Dom and you can continue getting your cock sucked as much as you want.”
I slam the door shut in his god damn face.
I haven’t agreed to anything. There’s no way in hell I’ll agree to it but Christ I won’t let him hurt Eden. I won’t let him expose her like this.
I guess in a way I’ve just bought myself a little thinking time and right now I need to focus on Eden. On making sure she’s okay. That she’s not seriously hurt.
And then I’ll deal with Timothy.