Not yet. I need more information.
"That fucking cun?—"
"Watch it," I warn. A pissy scowl takes over his still red face. "Sit and tell me what the fuck that was."
"It's nothing." He stomps over to the small glass bar, pouring himself a whiskey.
“That wasn't nothing."
"She tricked me. I met her at a bar a week ago for a date."
"What bar?" When he says the name of the bar of a hotel down the street, we both know why he was there. It was meant to be a hookup. "You need to leave it be."
"Why? She already ripped my world apart. I got some spare time on my hands now that my wife took off to Europe."
"It sounds like you had too much spare time before your wife took off." Biff shoots back his whiskey. "This isn't going to go over well for you right now." He doesn’t need a bigger scandal.
Sure, investors, stockholders, and CEOs fuck around on their wives, but they don't let that shit get out there. There are some that don't. I don't fuck around with cheaters. If you are willing to betray the person you chose to spend your life with and have children with, whom you claim to love, then you will fuck me over in a heartbeat.
"I'm working on it." He runs a hand down his face. Biff is talking about more than the bullshit around his wife. I'm here because his side of the street needs to be cleaned up.
"I'm close to pulling your loans back," I warn. I was going to pull them altogether, but now things are interesting, and I might need to have this over his head for the time being. It's always good to have leverage. It can often be priceless.
"Give me time. There is this new pharmaceutical—" I hold my hand up to stop him, and he pauses but only for half a breath. "We're Kings." It took him no time to pull that card, but I knew it was coming.
I don't want to be a king. Not in their world. A king of what? The higher you climb in that society, the more you see the smoke and mirrors.
"I want everything you have on the girl." His brows rise.
"Yes, on it." He nods adamantly, thinking I'm going to look into her for him. "Stay away from her. You'll make it worse."
"Understood."
It's a lie. Biff has never understood a goddamn thing in his life. But he will if he goes after my little pixie.
Chapter Three
TINSLEY
It’s been a few days since I put Biff in his place, and things have been quiet. I wasn’t sure how he was going to respond or heed my warning. He’ll either back off or make another go at me. I’m not worried about it. I’m back home, and he’s all the way in the city.
I still can’t believe that asshat tried to smear me with my Instagram pictures. Sure, they were a touch more risqué than I would normally be, but it was a honey trap. The town isn’t shunning me over them, nah. It only gave them ammo to tease me with. This place is a giant family for the most part, and if they get anything on you, you’ll be hearing about it until the end of time.
I’m still getting shit over the Christmas display that I mowed down years ago. I can’t get into anything with wheels without a person shouting out for everyone to clear a path. I probably shouldn't be behind a wheel. Driving isn’t my strong suit.
However, Biff doesn’t need a plan to poke at me. He’s already doing it without knowing. That lawyer of his was highly amused by the argument between Biff and me. I could tell he was fighting a laugh.
No matter how hard I try to push him to the back of my mind, it’s not working. All I can think about is him. I even dreamed about him. No one has any business being that attractive. I bet he wins court cases by merely winking at the jury. One cannot be six-four with broad shoulders that fill out a suit and have sun-kissed skin that softens the rigid lines of a face chiseled by the gods. I now know what tall, dark, and handsome is.
Maybe he's dumb, and that's why he gets to be so damn hot. That has to be it. I mean, he is a lawyer for Biff. I would have rejected him as a client solely based on his name. Then again, he's smart, and Biff is an easy mark to suck money from, and he has that stupid last name that people say means something.
"Look who's back in town. New Hope's first model and influencer."
"Don't you have a driveway to shovel?" I say to Brandon. He actually shovels all the roads in town. He is a necessity. An annoying one but still needed nonetheless.
"I could shovel your driveway." He wiggles his brows at me, and I grab the napkin off the table and ball it up to throw at him. My aim is shit, and he only snickers at me as he makes his way up to the counter.
"Get me one of the heart cookies!" I shout after him.
