23
ANDRE
Sofia passed out. I’d fucked her brains out, it seemed, which wasn’t conducive to getting a damn answer from her.
Seeing her had triggered me to a new and primitive level of anger, though.
When I witnessed her belonging here with me, tempting me always and just fitting in with me like we were born to match up, I loathed the slight idea of her betraying me.
As I felt her respond to my wicked touch, sensual and submissive as she always was, I grew more furious about the possibility that she could want to harm me.
To deceive me.
I sat next to her, watching her sleep, and damned these mixed feelings.
Right now, or very soon, the security specialists we employed would rake through my building and find the bug. It had to be a recording device. Something hidden and snuck in that would have enabled an enemy to listen in on my conversations. Thatwas the only thing that would make sense in terms of someone discovering the details about my meeting with the Rossis. Because it hadn’t been written down and shared via email or text, because the only things mentioned about it were in a short conversation Oleg and I had as we walked through the house one day. It was likely that a listening device had been left here somehow.
Despite the security measures in place. Despite the guards and checks on everything that showed up here, something had gotten in.
Or someone?
I exhaled a long breath at Sofia sleeping next to me.
I didn’twantto think of her so badly.
I didn’twantto consider something so awful of her.
But this wasn’t a time to think with my dick. This wasn’t a time to be duped by a woman and led by my cock. Too many things added up against her, and it was past time that I did my due diligence and made sure she wasn’t a threat in my home.
Would’ve been smart to know I could trust her before I fucked her, but hey. I’m only human, right?
I scowled at myself as I got up and showered again, then pulled some clothes on.
Before I got into bed with Sofia to rehearse how I’d ask her again, more clearly, if she had any ulterior motives with me or my family in the morning, I glanced at my phone and saw that my father was asking me to come talk to him.
Sure. Of course.
I bit back a groan and headed to his building.
Asking Sofia if she was spying was a risk. If she was, I’d tipped her off now. Yet, I wasn’t worried about her leaving. If she tried to, the guards would stop her. Andthen, I’d have even more doubts and suspicions about her that she’d have to answer to me with more than a feeble shake of her head in the throes of an intense fuck.
My father was in his study when I arrived. Also wearing casual clothes, like he’d just gotten out of bed, he watched me enter and take a seat.
I sighed, letting the back of my head fall onto the cushion of the chair.
“Oleg told me that we’re dealing with another mole.”
Anger lit a fire inside me.Goddammit!“He shouldn’t have done that.”
“Are you trying to keep shit from menow?” he asked.
“No. I was going to talk to you. He shouldn’t have gone over my head and talked to you about it.”
He huffed. “Funny. He said he worried about that very thing. But he also admitted he was concerned that you were so addicted to this maid, this ‘assistant’ of yours, that you wouldn’t speak up at all.”
I rubbed my jaw, wanting to scream. If I did, I’d wake Owen, and that wasn’t fair to any of us. “She’s not my maid. She’s not my assistant. And she has a name,” I said evenly. “Sofia is an important person in my life.”
“Right now?”
