He’s not tearing apart anything I’ve built. I came here wanting to get close to my brother again so that we could run the King empire together, but now I want nothing more than to go back LA and forget this town.
I open the door to my bedroom, but Larkyn isn’t there. It’s after eight in the morning. What did I expect?
I walk down to her bedroom and knock on her door, but hear nothing.
I sigh. I’m going to need a drink soon to get through the day. I should make a couple calls to my lawyer first and maybe go for a run or something to get rid of my frustration. I head to my office. I open the double doors and slam them shut behind me.
Larkyn jumps as she sits on the couch in the corner of my office.
I cock my head to the side, as I slip my hand into my pockets, looking at her.
Her big eyes look surprised to see me home.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. Your office has the best light in the morning.”
I walk over and sit down on the edge of the couch while she stays curled up in the corner with a book in her lap.
“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re here.”
She smiles at me with sadness in her eyes.
“You went to see Sebastian.”
I nod.
“It didn’t go well, did it?”
“No, it didn’t. I don’t know how to get him help. He won’t listen to me about going to rehab, and now he’s demanding he gets one of the businesses that are owed to him.”
She bites her lip as she puts down her book and scoots closer to me in her short skirt and tank top. She almost never wears skirts, so I don’t know why she’s wearing one today, but all I want to do is lift the skirt up and fuck away my feelings.
She places her hand on top of my hand.
“You were planning on giving him part of the bar business?”
“Yes. It’s my favorite business, and I thought he would enjoy running it with me. We could split the bars in half or run them jointly. Or I’d be willing to give up that part, if it made him happy.”
“And now?”
“Now, I don’t want to give him any part of any of the businesses until he shows me he’s responsible enough to take them over.”
She strokes my hand with her thumb. And I feel it all the way to my groin. Damn, I want her.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, glancing at the name across the screen.
“My lawyer. I need to take this,” I say.
“I’ll go,” she says, reaching for her book.
“Stay, you being close may help me keep my temper.”
She licks her lip, and I almost consider not answering and fucking her. But if my lawyer is calling this early, it means Sebastian already contacted his lawyer.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Sebastian’s lawyer called.”
“I was expecting that.”