So I didn’t have to get rid of London entirely. But she certainly couldn’t sleep in my bed every single night. She’d have to live off the property somewhere else so our relationship wouldn’t arouse suspicion.
But London would never be able to have her own husband and family.
As crazy as that sounded, I actually felt a little sad.
That was strange.
Dimitri walked into my office, taking on his new role flawlessly. All of my men pined for my approval, wanting to be promoted. Dunbar had one of the highest positions in the crew, so he was one of the top billed. When I offered the position to Dimitri, he didn’t hesitate before he accepted the role. Dunbar would probably turn sour against him, but he obviously didn’t care. “Sir, the Duchess of Cambridge is here to see you.”
You’ve got to be kidding me. “What?” It wasn’t an intelligent thing to say, but I was shocked that she’d visited me twice.
“The Duchess of Cambridge.” He repeated the title even though he knew I heard him the first time.
What the hell did this bitch want? I couldn’t refuse an audience with royalty, but I’d told her not to come back here, and she obviously didn’t believe my sincerity. If I entertained her, it would open the door to nonsense. “Tell her I’m unavailable. If she asks for my next opening, tell her I’m busy for the indefinite future.” It was rude of me to behave that way, especially when her position was higher than mine, but if she only wanted to discuss her mistake of breaking off our engagement, I refused to listen to it.
“Yes, sir.” Dimitri walked out again, leaving me alone in my office.
I’d just been thinking about London, that luscious ass and perfect tits, but now I was thinking about the betrayal that publicly humiliated me. I was combative and angry, my good day ruined about a past I couldn’t erase.
I was on the phone with Ariel when London walked inside.
Dimitri must have allowed her to walk in because he assumed she had special access that others lacked. I would have told her to get out and inform Dimitri she was like everyone else, but when I saw her in a purple dress that hugged her tiny waist and her sexy legs in those nude pumps, I didn’t want her to go anywhere. She’d curled her hair and pinned it up to the side, showing off her slender neck and cute face.
Ariel kept talking about our shipment, but I didn’t listen.
Ever since we bought that gown in Italy, London had been going the extra mile to make herself look spectacular. Maybe the designer dress ignited an appreciation for outfits that she didn’t have before. Now every time I saw her, I thought I was looking at a model. She used to wear jeans and t-shirts and didn’t put a drop of makeup on her face, and she still looked stunning But now…there was no way to describe how phenomenal she looked.
Ariel continued on. “We have a large order near the Baltic Sea. They’re asking for—”
“Let me call you back.” I interrupted her without remorse, my eyes on the curvy woman walking right toward me.
“Sure.” If Ariel knew why I was cutting her off, she would be pissed. But she probably assumed something more important had come up, so she hung up without complaint.
Without taking my eyes away from London’s figure, I tossed the phone onto the desk. “You look nice.” That was an understatement. She looked completely fuckable—even if she didn’t finger herself.
“Thank you.” She came around the desk, trailing her fingers along the ancient wood as she approached. Maybe she was doing it on purpose, but her sexiness seemed natural. She could walk into any room looking like that and turn heads everywhere. She stopped at my side, her short dress showing off her toned thighs. “Working hard?”
“I never work hard.” My arms rested on the armrests, and I felt my cock harden in my slacks. My hand couldn’t resist a touch of her smooth skin, so I wrapped my fingers around her thigh. I wanted to pull her onto my lap and sheathe myself inside her warm pussy. Whenever I was in the same room as this woman, that was all I ever thought about. She infected my mind like a poison.
“I hope that’s not true. Don’t want to be homeless.”
The corner of my mouth rose in a smile. “I’ll always take care of you, Lovely.” My fingers trailed to the back of her knee and to her calf. She had strong muscles for a small person, probably because she was on her feet all day when she was in school. My hand moved back up her thigh and underneath her dress until I gripped her left cheek.
Perky and soft.