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He’s crawling under my skin. I picture myself slamming my fist into his nose, imagining him crying like a little bitch afterward.
He laughs, and I join in, but for a different reason—my amusement is laced with irritation.
I want to ask him if he sent her that text message. The way he’s acting feels like a confirmation. He’s oozing jealousy and anger, upset that it’s Louis instead of him. If only he knew the truth.
“My best friend and I used to share her,” he tells me. “Every other weekend.”
“Too bad I wasn’t your bestie back then,” I reply with a shit-eating grin.
He buys it, smiling wide and giving me a high five. “She was such a whore for the cock.Lovesit in her ass.”
“Hmm. You should’ve told me that before. Would’ve been great info to have,” I say, and while the locker-room talk makes me sick, I know it’s just part of the game we’re playing.
It encourages Josh and makes him overly comfortable when he’s surrounded by people who are as crude as he is. So, I mirror his personality, giving him what he gives.
“If she takes me back, consider it done. We’ll fuck her until she can’t stand, and then we’ll keep going,” he says with a laugh.
It takes every last drop of control I have not to knock the hell out of him. With that, he’s officially pushed me to the very edge.
“Appreciate the offer, but I’m good. Sick of sluts, to be honest. I want a good girl next. One who knows how to follow the rules and doexactlywhat I say,” I tell him with a laugh, knowing Billie is that girl. “You can keep the Ice Queen. Not really my type.”
“The way she used to look up into my eyes and whimper when I shoved my cock down her throat—seeing spit run down her chin and hearing her choke on me—it was music to my fucking ears. Makes me miss her,” he says, pulling his phone out. “Let me show you.”
Josh shows me a video of Billie masturbating—a FaceTime call he recorded. She shoves the toy deep inside her, and my face stays neutral until I realize what’s in her hand.
“Oh my fucking God,” I say, shaking my head before I burst into laughter. “That toy. Do you know what it is?”
“No,” he says, turning it toward himself and zooming in on the golden cock.
“It’s a mold of Prince Louis’s dick. There was a huge scandal a few years ago. You don’t remember the slogan,Wear the crown and ride the prince? Look at the emblem on the end. Each toy came with a crown ring. Women around the world kept talking about how it felt to fuck a royal,” I breathe out. “If I were you, I wouldn’t post that one. It wouldonlyhelp Prince Louis’s second chance at romance, especially with her masturbating with his dick. For you, that’s such a bitch move. It’s like she did it for him.”
Josh growls with rage, shoving his phone in his pocket. “She will pay for this.”
“Choose your next move carefully,” I warn. “Let me take care of this for you.”
“Please,” he states. “But I doubt she’d listen to you. She fucking hates you.”
I smirk. “Yeah, well, maybe a dose of reality will be helpful for her. You have to change your rule about me not seeing her. I want it in writing.”
He pulls his phone from his pocket and seconds later, I receive an email from him recanting that I never see Billie again.
“Good enough for you?”
I grin. “Yep. I’ll do my best.”
“It’s about time you helped me,” he says, before he storms out of my office, acting like a brat.
I close my laptop, lean back in my chair, and stifle my laughter. Billie always held the upper hand with him. She was also so much more intelligent than those she dated. Even though I can’t help but feel the jealousy creep up my neck.
While these manipulative conversations make my stomach twist and do bother me at times, I love looking him in the face, knowing my name is the one released from her lips every night. Billie has fallen asleep in my arms since she told me she wanted to wake up to me every day. Sure, there are mornings when I sneak away, but our nights are spent holding each other like the other might disappear.
Billie Calloway is mine, and Iwillmake her my wife.
Once we’re official, Josh won’t dare mess with her. One phone call and a suitcase full of cash is all it would take for me to end him. But after what he’s done, I’d rather play with him a little before Ilegallyend it. I want hisentirefleet of battleships to be sunk, not just one, which means infiltrating from the inside.
Lustre Fashion is just the beginning. When I finish with him, his personal and professional life will be a living hell. I’m called the Boogeyman of Business for a reason. Everyone was warned. Josh fucked around, and now he’s finding out.
Iam his worst nightmare.