He doesn’t flinch. “I care about not ruining her life. She’s probably panicking and thinking we’re going to fire her.”
“Maybe she should.”
Beck barks a laugh. “Little late for that, buddy. I think the three of us just hung ourselves for harassment lawsuits. Besides, it’s not her fault that we all vibe with her.”
Vibe with her.Like it’s so fucking casual.
“This isn’t a frat house, Beck. Or a soap opera. We can’t just?—”
He cuts me off. “You’re right. So what are we going to do,boss?”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I don’t have a solution. Every option I can think of is too risky.
I look at them, these two men I trust with my life, and it’skillingme that I’m so goddamn jealous, I’m seeing red.
“I think I need to take some time outsideof here to think.” I pause, letting out a sigh. “She can’t know about this conversation. She can’t know we talked about her like this—about sharingher, like she’s some toy. But someone shouldcommunicate that she’s not at risk of losing her job. She shouldn’t have to worry about that.”
Caleb nods. “Agreed.”
Beck shrugs. “I’ll let her know when I get home. I’ll pop by her place and talk to her.”
I glare at him. I could do that just as easily since I’m all moved into The Apex as well.
“Fine,” I reply begrudgingly.
“It will be fine,” Beck quips, folding his arms across his chest as he watches me.
“I need air.” I gather my things, trying to look composed, but anger keeps pulsing through my veins. “But, this isn’t over,” I add, and I see them both tense, as if waiting for another tantrum from me.
However, I manage to control myself. I storm out of the office, slamming the door hard enough that the glass rattles in the frame.
This is a fucking nightmare.
And that’s all I think about.
All the way to my brand-new penthouse apartment.
The door opens with a soft click, and the first thing I do is hurl my keys so hard they skip across the marble counter and clatter onto the floor.
“Fuck!” I shout into the empty, minimally furnished space.
Normally, this is what I like, but right now? I hate it. It feels cold.
I yank my tie loose, barely keeping myself from tearing the silk. The city is sparkling in the most beautiful way through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but all I can think about isherridingon Caleb’s dick, and Beck’s shit-eating grin as he suggests we just share her.
I don’t fucking share. I never have. And I don’twantto.
But my cock seems to disagree.
I pace the length of the living room and then stop at the liquor cabinet. I pour two fingers of whiskey with no ice. It tastes bitter and burns going down.
And it doesn’t make me feel any better.
I stare at my own reflection in the window. My eyes look hollow and dark, and honestly, I look so much like my father, it’s disgusting. I rake my hands through my hair, down the rest ofthe whiskey, and slam the glass on the counter… Then consider throwing that, too.
I justcan’tget the image of Caleb and Maddy out of my head. I keep seeing her, legs open, and panting for someone else.
I stride to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I turn the knob to as hot as it will go. Steam fills the glass enclosure in seconds, fogging up the mirror, and I strip and step in.
