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“Yup.”I walk towards my car as it pulls up to the curb.

“So, what’s her name?”Zander glances up as his own car arrives.

Fuck he’s like a dog with a bone.

“Mary Fucking Little Lamb.Let it go, Zander.It’s just work.”I shake my head.“See you at Obsidian on Saturday.Or are you getting married this weekend?”

You know, because all my other friends are dropping like flies.

It’s a valid question.

He barks out a laugh.“No chance.”

“Thank fuck.Damon and Derek are meeting us there,” I say, referring to my stepbrother and cousin.

Dad had remarried a few years after mom died.Damon and I bonded pretty quickly given we were older, and he’s become a friend.Although he and Derek see more of one another.

“Nice.Haven’t seen them for a while,” Zander says, wiping his forehead on his arm.“See you Friday.Sort out your girlfriend.”

He smirks and runs off, his own security staying several feet behind as I clench my teeth.

Next time I’m telling him I have crabs.

I climb into the back of my car and chug down some water as we drive through Manhattan toward my office.My mind immediately returns to Gemma.

I can’t get her off my mind.

It’s not just because she’s been absent.

Zander is right.If Gemma were a hairy-looking guy, I would’ve taken immediate legal action.

Instead, my dick has stolen some of my brain cells, and I’ve given her more leeway than almost anyone in my life has had.Except for my father, Derek, Damon, and my close friends.

I could argue it’s because I want to tie her to the posts of my bed (at the end of this contract) and see her silky dark hair spread out on my pillows while I have my way with her petite, sexy body.

While exploring her wet and needy pussy.

As I fuck her so deep and hard she never forgets my name.

I get the feeling Gemma Ford was a loving and dutiful wife, which is a shame because initial indications hint that her dead husband was a fucking asshole.

Whether he screwed around or just screwed her over financially is yet to be seen.But from what I’ve seen so far, it’s not good.

No wonder Gemma couldn’t salvage Open Leaf, but I doubt with her small amount of business experience she understands why.

She has one more day.