She shifted slightly, allowing me the joy of hearing her soft moans. When she cleared her throat, I opened my eyes. “What is it?” I knew she was up to something.
“I am an attorney. Evidently, you forgot about that and there’s such a thing as an implied or verbal contract, which you clearly entered into. Now, unless you want me to sue you, potentially taking everything you own, I suggest you keep your end of the deal.”
“And what if I don’t follow your astute advice?”
Was she smiling at me, enjoying her limited control over me?
I believe she was.
“Then I’ll make good on both my promises.”
CHAPTER 22
Kenzie
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
The voice seemed far away, enough so I managed to ignore it, although the tone while rough was dreamy. Or maybe I was just dreaming.
“I knew your father was up to something. What a freaking nightmare.”
Nightmare? What was he saying?
With that statement, I lifted my head, yawning as I tried to focus. “What?” I shifted and immediately a dull ache drifted into my body, a bigger one behind my temples. Oh, my God. How much had I had to drink the night before? Blinking again, I noticed the bottle of booze on the nightstand. It was two thirds empty.
No. No. I buried my face into the pillow.
There was a dull noise in the background. Whatever it was echoed in my ears.
No wonder my head hurt like a son of a bitch. As soon as I shifted again, I realized how much my body ached. With a dull throb between my legs, I squeezed my thighs shut, rolling back and forth.
“What time is it?”
My words sounded garbled to me.
“Tell me about the exciting event, John. The Missoula Roughriders. I like the sound of that. What can we expect?”
“Well, Marjorie, from the information received here at the station, the one-day rodeo event will be held at the brand-new Sterling Stadium.”
The ones on the television weren’t.
Jerking up, I glared at the screen, blinking several times to try to focus. “What?” Oh, that was a mistake, my stomach churning.
“Just wait for it,” Axe snarled. He had his arms folded, pacing the floor while tossing the most hateful look at the small screen. “I cannot fucking believe what your father did.”
“Shush.” I fought with the sheets until I was able to climb off the end of the bed. Still woozy, I swayed as I took a step closer.
But almost immediately I was wide awake, and without the pain of drinking too much.
Axe was right. What in the hell did my fucking father think he was doing?
John, the reporter turned his full attention to the cameras, allowing a piece of artwork that had been created for the event to be positioned on the side.
“Oh. My. God.” I could barely get the words out.
“Uh-huh. What in the hell does he think he’s doing?”
I cringed deep inside as the reporter went on to talk about the date and time, setting the parameters for it to be a rough-stock event including bull and bareback riding events. Which of course were the events that not only Axe had won during his time on the circuit but was the very suggestion I’d made in passing.
