Fucking Darcy. Making my life even harder.
“I have been a little busy,”
“If you can’t handle keeping one tiny blonde bimbo happy, then how do you expect to run a company as big as ours,” A metallic tang bursts in my mouth at the hold my molars have on my cheek to keep from giving him some truths. It is always the same sentence, over and over again and I am really getting bored of it.
“I am more than ready for what is to come,” I snap. “I will sort it all out today,”
“You better,” Then the call cuts off.
“Fuckface,” I whisper as I squeeze my phone between my fist, wishing it was my father’s neck in my hand instead.
“What’s going on?” Jacob asks.
“Just dear old dad reminding me of the fundraiser next week and to keep Darcy happy,” I take a glance to my right where the girl in question sits with her boring friends. I honestly don’t know why I ever even entertained her. She is the complete opposite of what I find attractive. No brain, no ambitions in life other than becoming a trophy, and with each passing day she’s turning into a carbon copy of both of our mothers.
I shiver at the thought.
Is this really what my life is going to be. Shoving my dick in her for business, marrying her for connection and then breeding her for the continuation of completely fucked up thoroughbred Vander’s.
Daylan groans shoving his hands through his dark curls. “I completely forgot about that,”
“Don’t you have some big check to hand deliver?” Jacob turns to him and smirks. “Daylan Dei Bandini,”
“Fuck off,” Daylan punches him in the arm.
“No no, I heard from my mother that the Duke is shaking hands with the head of the committee and handing over a huge check,”
“Your mother heard correct,” Daylan rolls his eyes.
Daylan is the only one of us that didn’t grow up in the UK. His family heritage is from Italy and includes a long, long line of Dukes, a whole lot of money and even more land and power. Fortunately for Daylan, he hasn’t had to deal with much family business over the years but that’s all changing as he approaches graduation. Once that day comes, he will be back in Italy and putting his degree to use for the family. It’s safe to say that he doesn’t want to leave his life here in the UK, but it’s not like he has a choice.
None of us do.
“Speaking of name’s,” Daylan turns and spreads a knowing smirk across his face. “Did I or did I not hear Piper call you…Cubby,”
All the colour in Jacob’s face drains as I burst out laughing at the reminder of his pet name my sister gave him.
“I totally forgot about that!” My hand presses against my stomach at how hard I am shaking. Between this lunch time and Friday night with Ruella, I haven’t laughed like this in a long time.
“Stop,” Jacob snaps.
“No no,” I lower my voice. “Wasn’t there a little song,”
“Don’t you dare,”
“Oh my god, no. Please tell me you remember it,” Daylan demands.
I rack my brain before clicking my fingers together. “Yes, I remember now. Cubby and Pip, joined at the hip,”
“Mu’dak!” Jacob snaps, his Russian slipping in naturally. The more time he spends learning the business the more he acts the part.
Daylan slaps his hand on the table, wheezing uncontrollably. “Priceless,”
“Yeah whatever,” Jacob grins. “Wait until your wife gives you a pet name you can’t argue with,” Daylan immediately shuts up with a scowl.
“Low blow,”
Jacob shrugs. “Don’t come at me and I won’t come for you,” I smirk to myself.
