She storms in and out of here like she owns the goddamn building.
I should be pissed off. Livid, even.
That little cyclone did a number on me.
Every cell in my body is buzzing.
I’m pulsing with adrenaline. Arousal.
My mind fights it, but my cock stiffens at visions of her stripped naked, bent over my desk, my tongue trailing all over her sinful body before I fuck her like it’s my new mission in life. That would teach her a lesson. One I’m sure she would enjoy as much as I would.
Chapter 3
Michaela
Istorm out of Phoenix’s office, seething with rage, nearing my boiling point like a freaking pressure cooker about to erupt. I swear, if it was possible, steam would be bellowing from my ears. I was so pissed off by all the garbage that came spewing out of that gorgeous man’s sexy mouth, I nearly knocked Slate on his ass on my way to the elevators.
Fuck Slate.
Fuck Phoenix.
And fuck the Königs.
How dare Phoenix disparage my father like that?
The Villiers Grand is my heritage.
Mine.
Damn him for thinking he can get his paws on it.
I burst out of the hotel with the same urgency as if I were trying to escape the bowels of hell. I stop long enough to catch my breath. My teeth grind so hard I’m worried I’ll crack one. I look up at the sky to where God resides and pray for calmness. My agitated state doesn’t simmer much. If anything, flashbacks of my heated confrontation with King Kong Tycoon flare my rage. There aren’t enough swear words—in every language—tosum up how I detest that man. If he thinks he’s going to execute his evil plan, he has another think coming.
“As God is my witness, I’ll never allow that man to get away with this.” I brandish a fist in the air. “Never.”
“Don’t ever let a man have the upper hand,” an elegant older woman sporting a stylish silver bob says, passing me.
“Whatever he did to you, nail the sucker’s ass to the wall,” her blonde friend––or sister––says. “If you need a ruthless divorce lawyer, I have a list of the best ones in LA. Four divorces later, and I’m an expert.”
Darn, that was supposed to be my inner voice.
“Err… thanks. I’m okay.” I offer a small smile.
The women nod, sympathetic smiles stretching their lips as they keep walking towards the entrance of the hotel.
Twenty minutes in Phoenix König’s presence, and I’m losing my everloving mind. I have no idea how to bottle this strong volcano stirring in the pit of my stomach.
The man drives me absolutely insane.
Marrying him?
Not in a million years.
Throttling him?
I’d welcome the chance.
I can’t stand King Kong Tycoon.
