One of his guards coughed in the silence, a hacking cough that had a few of my father’s men turning their gazes in his direction.
But not my father’s.
Not mine.
Not Godric’s.
My father glanced back and forth between us, his brows furrowing as he stopped staring at me. “Poppy…”
I shook my head and instantly stuck out my hand. “It’s nice to meet you,Mr. King.” My nostrils gradually flared in a fury. “I hope your stay here so far has been pleasant.”
Another cough from Godric’s bodyguard. Same guy.
Godric popped his neck and placed his hand in mine. “It’s lovely to meet you too,Ms. Carvene.” He dipped and kissed the top of my hand and then glared up at me. “And, yes, my stay has been amenable thus far.”
I jerked my hand away from him, crossing my arms over my chest as he straightened to his intimidating height.
Godric tilted his head. “Poppy is an interesting name.”
“I guess so.” I shrugged. “My middle name is Bree. Poppy Bree Carvene.”
He rubbed absently at his chest—his very bare chest—as he continued to stare at me through thin slits of his eyes. “Lovely name. Mine is Godric Leon King.”
I shrugged again, looking away from him.
Mr. Kingwas my father’s sworn enemy.
CHAPTEREIGHT
My father grunted, muttering under his breath, “That’s about how I thought the introduction would go.”
I glared at him. “Why did you want me in here?”
Godric muttered just as quietly as my father had, “Because he’s an overbearing ass.”
I flayed him with a death stare.
My father chose to ignore Godric’s comment, and motioned down the table, flicking his wrist. “Poppy, someone arrived in time for this meeting. Because it was late.” He managed to snub Godric—or so he thought.
I swiftly understood my father had no clue why the meeting was derailed. Oh, like his only daughter having sex with the richest man in the world, the man who ran every single corporation on this fucking planet. The man who battled with him constantly on the Liberated Army’s involvement with restoring our world to working order, not just what the corporations deemed as law.
And the corporations were the law.
If the LA hadn’t been formed years ago and had such a wide span hold on the world’s remaining population, Godric would have crushed them instantly. Now he just did it over time.
One base gone over two years?
No one notices.
One hundred bases gone in an instant?
Godric would have an uprising.
He was intelligent, feared, wealthy, and owned the Corporate Army to do his blood work if needed. It had also been said he did his own dirty jobs when he was bored.
Bored of…ruling the world.
An egotistical ass wasn’t a strong enough name for what he was. His power knew no bounds. And he relished it.
