Chapter 8
Ledgar
“Are you going to tell me who she is?” I ask, following Griffith’s eyes, which are glued to the brunette speed walking across the room.
It takes him all but a minute to comprehend I am speaking to him.
It’s rare that my brother is ever captivated longer than a few minutes before he gets bored, but this woman, he is completely and utterly in awe of her.
You can’t blame him, though. The woman she came here with looks like a goddess, and it’s clear she isn’t even trying.
Her hair is thrown into a bun, classy enough for this party, but you can tell she’s had it like that all day.
Giving off the impression that she doesn’t care about what people think.
“Who?” he asks. I contemplate whether or not to add to this little fantasy of his, but rather avert the subject to the one which has been playing over in my mind for the last fifteen minutes.
“The blonde who was sitting next to the woman you've been eye fucking ever since she walked in.” His eyes flick in their direction before locking his gaze back on me.
Clapping him on his back, I take a sip of my drink.
“Take it from me, brother, the stalker vibe doesn't work on women who look like that.”
“She’s no one you need to concern yourself with.” My gaze shifts back to where she’s standing, glass in hand, smiling at something one of the other women says.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.
“It means she’s not your occasional fuck and tuck type. You mess with her, and you will screw this entire partnership up.”
Griffith knows I have never been one to play by the rules. Playing by the rules doesn’t get you to where I am today. He should know. This hotel wasn't built by him playing by the rules.
“Careful,” I warn, downing my drink and setting it a little too harshly on the table, causing a loud thud. Wandering eyes from the nearby tables flick in our direction, but I don’t care. The only eyes I want to see are hers.
“It’s not like you have a say in who I date?” I say.
He tips his head toward Jay, my new business partner. I haven’t been paying attention to what he has been saying.
“Ledgar Hartley will be overseeing the entire process as the CO-CEO of Hartley Enterprises.”
The crowd cheers and I raise my empty glass, acknowledging them.
“It has also been said that my granddaughter will be joining Reith Entertainment as the Interior Designer for this remodel. I want to clarify that this is, in fact, true. She will be joining my business partner and I with overseeing this process.”
His eyes scan the room, no doubt looking for his granddaughter. He doesn’t even look old enough to be a grandfather. He’s not very much older than me. From the rumors I heard, he adopted. That would make more sense on the age gap between him and his….
Well, fuck me sideways. She belongs to him.