“Obviously, you’re not as tenacious as your daughter. I don’t think the woman quits.” He’s frowning when I turn around to look at him, but I shake my head before he can ask me how I know anything about Flick’s character. If he does, I might physically toss his ass out of the door. “What if I say I won’t be buying a goddamn thing from you?”
He squares his shoulders. “I’ve heard Argento Properties are putting in offers and—”
I cut him off again. “You’re not selling to Argento.” Though it’s not a smug look, I still hate his little smile. “When do you plan to tell Felicity what you’re doing?”
Dipping his head to his lap, he offers a half-shrug. “If you accept, as soon as I have the money. She works her ass off at that restaurant, you know? I just want her to focus on school and her own life.”
Even if it means crushing her. “I see.” Hollowing in my cheeks, I nod briefly. “I have a meeting in five minutes, so I’ll have my lawyers get in touch.”
There’s no meeting, but I refuse to look at him any longer than I have to. He thinks he’s doing something right. Something that will make his life easier. In the process, though, he’s going to break Felicity’s heart.
I plan to tell her the next evening. Fuck, I have every intention to. But a few seconds after we’re seated at our table for dinner, she slides my hand under her skirt to reveal she’s not wearing a goddamn thing beneath it. I wince. Her perfect little cunt is my weakness, and she knows that because she smiles slyly as she orders her cocktail.
“What happened to my sweet little virgin?” I demand once our waiter leaves. She lifts her menu, peering over the top of it.
“I’m not a virgin, Mr. Cade,” she says smugly, so I retaliate by pushing my finger into her pussy. She might not be a virgin, but she’s still just as tight. Her cunt is like a greedy little mouth, sucking around my finger and drenching me. I add two more fingers and she jerks so hard, her knees collide with the table and several heads turn in her direction.
“She just realized she brought the wrong purse,” I say smoothly, earning a few nods before they go back to what they were doing. I meet Flick’s cool stare with a smirk as I pump my hand roughly, my palm slapping against her clit. Leaning into her, I tug her earlobe between my teeth, teasing my tongue over her little silver earring. I want to see this woman in diamonds, even if I have to wear out her sweet little pussy all night to convince her to accept them from me.
“If you forget to wear panties to dinner, you should expect to be properly fucked.”
“I was thinking about after dinner,” she pants, but I shake my head.
“Before, after, during—what’s the difference?”
“You’re filthy.” When I confirm that I am with a nod, she sighs and closes her eyes. Beneath the table, she meets my thrusts with her hips, her cunt throbbing and so close to release. “So fucking filthy.”
I make her come twice—once during the appetizer and then again before dessert—and once she has that faraway look in her eyes, I prepare to break the news to her. The sooner she hears it, the less pissed off she’ll be. Before I can, though, a sickeningly familiar voice calls my name and I whip my head around to see my father’s newest wife coming toward me with the fat bastard on her arm.
Gleaming white teeth, slinky silver dress and perfectly coiffed platinum hair, she’s half his age and looks like a fucking trophy. I don’t hate her. I got over hating her months ago. But I’d prefer not to look at her porcelain veneers.
“What a surprise seeing you here!” she says and her tone is as fake as her tits.
Beside me, Flick says nothing, keeping her eyes on her untouched chocolate mousse. I pinch my lips into a smile. “I thought you two were in Paris.”
“Jessie had to come back to see her sister,” my father says, giving the trophy a playful swat on her silicone ass. “How’s my company, boy?”
Boy. I haven’t been called that in many years and the smile I give my father is cold enough to bring this whole building down. “My company, Alexander,” I drawl. “And it’s doing well.”
“I didn’t realize you were seeing someone,” the trophy murmurs, looking around me to get a good glimpse of Felicity. Irritation crosses her features as she takes in untainted perfection, and I can’t help but go a little crazier for Flick when she lifts her head and smiles brightly.
Straightening her dress around her hips, Felicity comes out of her chair just enough to shake the trophy’s hand, being careful not to get scratched by the red talons. “I’m Felicity York, it’s nice to meet you.”