King Maker (King Maker 3)

“If we could get on with it, I have a meeting.”

The lass swallowed my cock and it took everything in me not to curse. But I caught her, stilling her movement as what I needed to say I couldn’t with her talented tongue swirling the underside of my dick. I tugged on her hair to get her to stop.

“The thing is—” I managed to say. “You made a mistake.”

Charles narrowed his eyes on me.

“You let your emotions get the best of you.”

I had to stop as Bailey bobbed her head enough to distract my train of thought.

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at,” he said.

“You will.” I tugged her head back, not wanting to hurt her, but sending a message. This was important. I would bend her over my desk and fuck her hard when I was done with this meeting.

“The thing is, I didn’t get why Dad shut you out of that meeting.” I paused as he still looked confused. “We were negotiating with a new client and he told you not to come. And you were pissed. At me, I suppose. You sent that email to wire money while I was in that meeting.”

I caught it when clarity hit him.

“It might have worked as I was in the office. The email was sent from there, but there’s one problem. At the time of your email, I was giving a presentation that was recorded and timestamped. There was no way I could have sent that email.”

He shrugged. “Your assistant could have.”

“True. She could have. But she’d gone home hours before. Why would I tell her to send an email after hours? She will testify that I never requested such a thing and haven’t in the past.”

He paused, taking that in, and as a good lawyer he said nothing more to incriminate himself.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you’re fired.”

“You can’t,” he said, amused.

“I can and I did.”

“You’re not CEO.”

“Father put me in charge and my new in-house counsel has advised this is a definite breach of your employment contract.”

“You have no proof,” he spluttered.

“But, in fact, I do. As we speak, there are FBI officials on site conducting a search and seizure of your office.”

“They can’t do that,” he said, looking ready to storm from my office. “I haven’t been notified.”

“Actually, they can since you don’t own the office, computer, or files. Anything personal of yours that is taken will be logged and turned in back to you after the investigation. But you should know that.”

He lunged toward my desk. “You little shit. I should have let them arrest you months ago.”

“Let them.” I laughed. “Why don’t we be honest with each other? My father didn’t want me arrested and you’d do anything for him.”

My words hung in the air as he absorbed them. This was the point I would have gotten to my feet and not allowed him to loom over my desk. But Bailey was there, my dick still in her hot hands. Though she’d stopped toying with me.

“We built this firm together.”

He wasn’t talking about me, but my father.

“And that’s the rub, isn’t?” I said. “You gave up having your own firm or becoming a partner in one of the big ones to follow my father.”

“He needed me,” Charles said, turning red in the face.

“No. You needed him. Tell me, does he know?”

Charles moved from leaning across my desk as if he was scolding a small child.

“What do you think you know?” he asked, reining his fury back.

I held up a finger. “That you advised my father not to chase after my mother or me.” I lifted another. “That you’re fucking his wife, which doesn’t make sense considering—” I raised another finger. “You’re in love with him.”

He ignored my last comment.

“She’s just another gold digging whore.”

“True, but you’ve been fucking her since the beginning. In fact, since Dad had a vasectomy after Mum left, he couldn’t be Connor’s father.”

Charles, dumbstruck for words, was confirmation of what I’d speculated. What he didn’t know was I’d told a very big lie. One that I’d hoped he’d pass on to Connor’s mother.

Together, they’d come up with a scheme to get rid of me and I’d trumped their move with one of my own. I’d need to speak to my brother. He could be a casualty in this war. But I’d been right about him. He had nothing to do with any of it.

I couldn’t be sure if Dad was his father or not, but it would get ugly if my message was passed on as I hoped.

“He won’t believe you,” Charles finally said.

He being my father, not Connor.

“I guess we’ll find out.”

What he didn’t know was that Father already suspected. He probably had since the moment he asked me to come work for him over two years ago.

“This isn’t over,” Charles said, waggling his index finger at me.