Then of course…Mommie Dearest.
Constance Wolfe.
Bitch extraordinaire, who’d had no issue with turning a blind eye to her husband’s extracurricular activities.
My gaze floated back to Lacey Ward. I closed my eyes again and sighed. This was going to be a long day.
“Section Seven, real property…”
Can I please doze off now? The villa in Tuscany, the ski chateau in Aspen, the loft in Paris. Who needed all that shit? I had my small cabin in Montana, a Harley, and a job doing construction. It kept me fit and paid well, enough to pay my mortgage, keep food in my belly, and gas in my bike. I got to spend a lot of time outdoors. Who needed anything else?
Man, that voice…
Sink that big cock into me, Rock. Yeah, just like that…
Then…
Silence.
My eyes shot open.
Five gazes, belonging to my mother, my siblings, and my father’s current slut, were darting arrows straight toward me.4LaceyHad Rock Wolfe heard what I said?
I’d expected a major outburst.
The outburst came, but not from Rock.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Reid said, standing. “You misread that.”
I cleared my throat. “I assure you I didn’t.”
“Dad couldn’t have agreed to that,” he said.
“It’s outrageous,” Connie Wolfe said, her perfect lips a straight line. “Nothing to me? Or my other children?” she added, most likely as an afterthought.
“You’re the ex-wife, Connie,” Fonda said, smirking, “in case you’ve forgotten.”
“I’m the mother of Derek’s children,” Connie snarled back at her, “and I don’t recall hearing your name being read either.”
These two were about to have a mega-catfight if I didn’t regain control of this meeting. Roy remained silent, but that didn’t surprise me. He was known to be quiet. Riley, however, looked distant, as though she were somewhere else entirely.
I cleared my throat. “These were Mr. Wolfe’s wishes. I have all the notes in my office, and I recorded all of our meetings.”
“We’ll just contest it,” Connie said. “Reid has been Derek’s right-hand man for years. None of this makes any sense.”
Right. That viper wasn’t concerned about Reid at all. Her gravy train had ended with Derek’s death, and she was far from happy about it.
“You may certainly contest the will, Mrs. Wolfe,” I said, “but you’ll be wasting your time and money. Your ex-husband made his wishes very clear.”
Constance Wolfe darted her gaze to her oldest son, who was staring at me wide-eyed. “Rock, don’t you have anything to say about all of this?”
“Why should I?” he asked.
Connie shook her head and scoffed. “You haven’t changed a bit.”
“That’s a good thing, from where I’m sitting,” Rock said, smiling. “Why the hell is everyone staring at me?”
“Uh…because our father just mandated that you become CEO of Wolfe Enterprises,” Reid said.
Rock cocked his head, one eyebrow rising. “Excuse me?”
“Christ, Rock, haven’t you been listening?”
“Of course I haven’t been listening. Do you think I give a rat’s ass what the bastard put in his will? He only mandated that I be here so that he could rub my nose in the fact that I was getting nothing. What he didn’t count on was me not giving a flying fuck.”
“Rock,” Roy said softly. “Dad just put the fate of our birthright in your hands.”Ten minutes later, I found myself in my office with a rabid Rock Wolfe.
“I’m out of here,” he’d said, standing and heading toward the door.
Charlie had looked at me with pleading eyes, so I’d turned to the family. “I’ll take care of this.” Then I’d headed out the door after Rock.
Somehow I’d convinced him to follow me to my office.
“What?” He looked at me irately.
“Were you truly not listening to anything I said in there?”
“Honestly? No. I was imagining the two of us fucking.”
Warmth spread to my cheeks, and my pulse thumped, despite myself. A torpedo shot between my legs.
I cleared my throat. “I’d like to keep our relationship professional, please, Mr. Wolfe.”
“Sure, we can keep it professional. You asked if I was listening. I told you what I was doing instead of listening. Nothing unprofessional there.”
Best to ignore him. Rock Wolfe was trouble. Trouble I didn’t need in my life at the moment.
I cleared my throat again. Time to cut to the chase.
“Mr. Wolfe—”
“Rock. Mr. Wolfe was that bastard who died.”
He wasn’t making this easy. “All right. Rock. Your father just mandated that you move to Manhattan and take your place at the head of his company—rather, your company—as chief executive officer.”
“What? No way. What the hell is he trying to pull? He hates me. And I don’t know anything about his fucking business. I also don’t give a shit.”
I sighed. “Believe me, I tried to talk him out of this scheme, but he was adamant.”
“You wrote this thing?”
“That’s what he paid me to do.”
“Jesus fuck.” He sat down in one of the leather chairs across from my desk. “I won’t do it, I tell you. I won’t. I wouldn’t know what I was doing anyway.”