I expect her to act innocent and deny, but she surprises me when her eyes collide with mine and she firmly says, “Hardly.”She dismisses me by continuing to read while she adds, “He shouldn’t have touched you.”
Her response is intriguing.I shove my hands into the pockets of my slacks and take her in.Champagne beige blonde hair is tied to the top of her head in a messy bun.Strands have fallen out and are framing her heart shaped face.Light hazel eyes are intriguing due to the golden flecks highlighting them.She’s wearing glasses and even the soft dust of freckles on her nose is captivating.
“Agreed,” I find myself saying.
She lowers the book to her lap and gives me her full attention again when she asks, “Is it your normal reaction when someone touches you?”
Blunt.Not a twitch of shame for being straightforward, there’s only curiosity twinkling in those light hazel eyes.
Deflecting the question, I ask, “What’s your name?”
“Quinn Caldwell.Yours?”
A grin slides across my face.“Fiero Reaux.”
Her pink lips curl into a smile when she states, “Junior.Well, not so much since a grandson can’t be a junior.”
“Indeed,” I confirm.
My family’s tradition is passing on the Fiero name to the firstborn son, alternating a middle name that has to start with a T.So, my grandfather’s father was Fiero Tyson Reaux, my grandfather’s name was Fiero Reaux, it skipped when my mother was their only child.My full name is Fiero Teun Reaux.
My mother didn’t take her husband’s last name, and is the one who picked my middle name.She spent a few years in the Netherlands.They returned to the Netherlands when he fucked everything up for the company.I still can’t believe she stuck with that failure of a man betraying her, and the legacy of her family.Though, I guess every person has their own reason for living their own lives.
She’s my mother, and the only woman I’ve ever loved, and the reason my father had the chance to get away.When my mother died so did the only connection he had with my family.
A timer goes off.Quinn jolts to her feet, shoves her lush, curvy ass into the air to pick up her stuff and whirls around to face me.“Gotta run or I’ll be late for class.You of all people understand, right?”
I barely manage to nod in agreement before she rushes away.Striding back to the limousine, I notice Floris leaning against the passenger door.
His gaze is set in the direction Quinn disappeared in as he licks his bottom lip and asks, “Potential pussy?”
Ignoring his comment, I snap, “Get behind the wheel.”
Floris shrugs and opens the door for me.I slide inside and grab my phone to thumb through one of my lists.Through the years I’ve maintained healthy businesses and with the right investments I technically don’t have to work.
Though, I do take pleasure being an information broker which means I’m a man who people come to when they need something.The information gained can be about a business, real estate, bankruptcy for company takeovers, stocks going up or down.Fundamental knowledge which leads to a financial boost.If traded and successfully exchanged I get a cut, which I put into a fund.
This fund is used for the basis of everything, the fantasy deal.A way for female students to find a way...a sugar daddy so to say...and wipe away a student loan.Which means the funds are pumped into my business.It’s a perfect working circle of life, a secret society my grandfather started.
It also allows me to have a rolodex with names of people I can reach out to.They will fulfill an order without asking.Not an endless supply, of course, and nothing I’d ever use for personal gain.Something my father did and had everything backfire because of his incompetence.
It’s a valuable trading system a member of the society can tap into one or two times over the years.It basically depends on the person’s function or the request.My grandfather had more respect than my father, maybe due to his harsh leadership, or to the fact that they didn’t have the technology we have nowadays.
I have a nice video as evidence, along with the signed contracts from the names I’ve added over the years.Which all functions as a reminder I hold all power in this fucked-up world.It seems like Ian Rafferty needs a little reminder of what happens when he breaks the contract he signed.I’m fairly sure the idiot blabbered to his son about the secret society.Why else would he be so damn persistent?
Putting my phone away, I reach for my laptop and find myself running a background check on a light hazel eyed woman.Quinn Caldwell.Let’s find out exactly who you are.Every single bit of information is at my fingertips.
The name Caldwell does ring a bell, and it’s annoying to find out who her father is.Andrew Caldwell, a former MMA fighter who is active in the underworld, organizes underground fights.He has connections with the mafia, and we’ve bumped heads more than a few times.
Disgust rises inside me and I shut the laptop down.Shame such an asshole has a smart and gorgeous daughter.A damn top-tier student who hasn’t caught my attention until now.Potential pussy.Floris is right...it would be nice to have her sign a contract so I can determine who takes her, how, and when.
I reach down to adjust my cock.Dammit.She’s a distraction I don’t need.
