Why is he annoying me so much lately?
“You were seen.With his daughter,” Victor announces.
I see red.
“I wasn’t with his fucking daughter!Shegrabbedmycock.”
Victor shrugs.“They’re Middle Eastern.It’s a culture thing.You know Khalid is more westernized than most due to being educated in the United States.It’s why he wants his daughters involved in the business.But Rashid said the sheikh is upset you took advantage of, and I quote, your American ways.”
Fuck me.
“Excuse me?It’s not American to fuck a business partner's daughter.”I walk around my desk and run a hand through my dark hair.“Did you tell Rashid what happened?”
“Fuck no, Sebastian.That would have made it worse.Accusing Al-Mansour’s daughter of molesting you?Christ.”
Good point.
“So what?I should’ve let her jerk me off and stayed quiet?”
“Not the conversation I thought I was walking into,” Brandon, my chief legal officer, laughs.His smile fades when he catches my expression.“What’s happened?”
“Khalid has pulled his funding,” I mutter.
He attempts to put two and two together.“You fucked his daughter?”
Christ.
I may not be married, and yes, I’ve had my fair share of women, but by no means am I the local Manhattan playboy.That title was previously held by Fletcher and Hunter Dufort before meeting their wives.
Now, it’s probably Colt, one of my best friends.
“No, I didn’t fuck his daughter.”I snap.“She...”
My eyes dart to the open door.The last thing I need is Emily overhearing this.Why?Because I don’t want her to think I was with anyone else?Or to legally protect myself?
The question surprises me.
It’s not like we are in a relationship.
Quite the opposite.
I need Emily out of my life.If I glance at her damn breasts one more time, I’m going to slap myself.
Here I was warning her not to be unprofessional, but she’s been nothing but.While I drift off during meetings, watching her sit primly like the perfect English PA in her tight fucking dresses, taking notes.
Every man’s wet dream.
“One of Khalid’s daughters grabbed my dick under the table during dinner.I moved her hand immediately but was seen, and the action misconstrued.”I tell Brandon.“That’s it.That’s all that happened.I don’t even know her name.”
He curses.
I turn to Victor.“We need to fix this.”
He threads his fingers into a steeple and leans his elbows on his knees.“You’ll need to apologize.”
Brandon almost has an aneurysm.“No, he’s fucking not.That’s an admission of guilt.Sebastian, do not apologize.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
