“Is that the way to greet the very person you’re asking for a favor, Jags?”
I cut my eyes at the smirking asshole.How does his face not hurt?“Don’t be annoying. My name is Jagger. Now, tell Oran bye and I’ll meet you inyouroffice.”
Wyn folds his arms. In true Hale fashion, he likes to be defiant. His blue-green eyes shine with challenge. “Or what?”
He also has the same Hale vice. “I’ll take my happy ass down the bank and sweet talk that adorable baby LeClaire into helping me out. I’ve heard she has a good understanding of these things.” I waggle my brows at him. “Plus, I have it on good authority that she has a soft spot for me.”
Wyn narrows his eyes at me then flashes both middle fingers at me on his way out. “His crush is so adorable.”
Oran closes his computer and stands. “Don’t use that sweet Angel in your bullshit. She doesn’t deserve to be a pawn in your power plays with Wyn.”
“No shit. I just like fucking with him.”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t know you got lost in her big sister’s pussy already. Must be damn good for Jagger Hanlon’s mouth to be closed.”
I shrug with a smile. “Just feels wrong to talk about the sweetheart of Founder’s Island pussy like that.”
Oran’s gray eyes bore into me for a beat then I break. “I’m just fucking with you. It’s damn good like she does this thing with her hips when she rides me. Hmm...the princess is a dirty girl.”
“Was she before or is she now?”
I shake my head. “Get some of that judgement out of your voice Mr. I Tried to Break My Wife’s Pussy.”
His smile folds up like the fucking Grinch. “Speaking of which. I gotta go finish making her uncomfortable.” He walks his big hulk like ass out the door but I hear him mumble. “Safe bet my ass.” I chuckle en route to Wyn’s office.
I find Wyn behind his desk with his dark head bowed as he reads over my contract - that’s what the prenup is to me, a business deal.
“Your suspicions were correct. He wanted to give the LeClaires fifteen percent of your shares on your wedding day. It’s just enough to make him the majority holder.”
The audacity of this man has no end. Instead of just being my father, he harps on trying to compete with me. It’s one of the sad truths for some affluent families. Money and power over family ties and connections.
“And the bylaws for the company?” We have our own lawyers but I don’t know who’s sucking my dad’s dick. As a Hale, Wyn is wired to be straight forward.
“Summary, if you would’ve married Karessa without looking at the terms your dad would have fucked you out of some of your inheritance. As CEOandmajority holder, he would have been powerful enough to make changes to some of the laws your grandfather left behind. He would have systematically shut you out until his death.”
I crack my neck. Holding the bridge of my nose, I take some breaths to keep my cool. I’ve already knocked him out but I want to crack his jaw and make it impossible for that mutherfucker to talk.
“Bottom line?” I ask. I need to keep conversation to a minimum so I don’t snap at anyone else.
“Well,” Wyn begins and takes off the glasses he doesn’t wear often. “It all boils down to how much you like Karessa.”
“Go on.”
“The official transfer of power doesn’t happen until after the wedding. You fired him as CEO but if you marry her and turn him into the majority holder, he could rehire himself. If you don’t marry her, you’d save yourself but screw her since her terms are explicit that she’ll only be reinstated after marriage.”
That’s fucked up. Throw Karessa under the bus or fall on my own sword.
“Any loopholes? Like postponing the wedding until the shift of power?”
“Not that. Original contract still in place. The only play is to fold with the cards you have or appeal to the Founders. Your dad is taken out of the equation since his position is being contested. But Andres, Dondi, and Elmer will all have to agree to throw out the contract so you can perform your own negotiations with Dondi. But while your dad is under contest to be replaced by you, Dondi is the most powerful person on the deal, he could make provisions to the terms without throwing out the entire contract if he wants.”
Wyn leans on his desk to look me in the eyes. “But he’d have to want to.”
“I take it my mom can’t give me her shares.”
“No, she can only really control hers after divorce which we both know won’t happen before Saturday.” Wyn shakes his head because he doesn't know what it’s like having an asshole for a father. “I’ll keep checking everything to see if I find another route that doesn’t fuck you or Karessa over as much.”
“Thanks man,” I tell him as I leave the office.
