Chapter Twelve
SAINT
It’s been three weeks since the first night we fucked Holly.
Every night we follow her ass home or sometimes we change it up and beat her home and wait for her.
But, regardless of how we get there, the night always ends the same—her passed out somewhere in her apartment from us fucking the shit out of her.
Chris and I are tired of the masks, especially after we walked in on her that day in the office. She hasn’t said anything about it and nor have we.
Every day we come into work, we’re forced to act like we have no idea what she tastes like, how her skin feels or what she sounds like when she comes and I hate it.
I know she is attracted to us. I dare say the girl even has feelings for us.
Every night we ask her if she’s fucked her bosses yet and her answer is always the same, not yet.
We have two weeks until the office closes down for the holidays and I should be thinking about this merger, but instead my head is full of thoughts of her!
At the start she was just meant to be used, but the longer I watched her, saw how she lived, got to know her from afar, I knew I wouldn’t be able to use her as leverage.
“Saint.” I freeze at the entrance to the office building and whirl around to see my little brother running toward me. I narrow my eyes at the sight of him.
“What the hell do you want?” I snap when he comes to a stop a foot away.
He rolls his eyes. “My car broke down and my phone's dead.”
I raise a brow. “And I should care?”
He scoffs. “Dude, can I just borrow your fucking phone to call someone. I can’t leave my Bentley on the side of the road.”
“You mean Dad’s Bentley.”
Anger flashes through his eyes. “Why do you always have to be such a dick?”
I scoff out a laugh. “Maybe because you tried to sink my company and then tried to sue me for an idea that I came up with and you claimed as yours. Hang on, how about the fact you lied and told Mom and Dad that I was the one that set their fucking house in Orlando on fire when it was you. Or how about the fact you crashed Mom’s car, blamed me, and I got kicked out?
Wait, if that isn’t enough how about the fact you fucking reported my boyfriend to the cops and said he raped me!
” I roar. I can feel the eyes of others passing by us but I don’t care, this argument has been a long time coming and it’s about time he learned that I will never forgive.
“Seriously? You hate me because I lied to Mom and Dad?”
I shake my head. “No, you dumbass. That shit I could have let go of. The fact you tried to sabotage my companies with Nick and Chris I could have dealt with, but I will never get over the fact you tried to send my boyfriend to prison. You were jealous I didn’t fall on my face when Mom and Dad kicked me out and cut me off.
” I step into him so our chests are pressed against each other.
“The only reason I am coming home for the holidays is because Dad is dying. If he wasn’t, it would be like the past four years.
You would be celebrating Christmas like an only child and Mom would photoshop me into the family picture. ”
He steps back and runs a hand through his hair. “Can I borrow your phone or not?” I scoff then toss the fucker my phone.
“Saint?” I turn away from my brother to see Nick and Chris walking toward me with tight expressions on their faces. Chris wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me in for a side hug. I relax into him. “What the fuck is he doing here?” Chris asks quietly.
“He said his car broke down and his phone is dead,” I mutter.
“So?” Nick says.
I shoot him a just let it go look. He purses his lips and nods. “Are you okay?” I smile up at my boyfriend and nod. He places a chaste kiss on my lips.
“Here.” I pull out of Chris’s hold to face my brother. I grab my phone from him and tuck it into my coat pocket. “Look,” he says, then sighs and shoves his hands into his coat pockets. “I lied, my car isn’t broken down. I came here to try and work things out but…”
I recoil. “Why the fuck did you need my phone?” I snap.
He shrugs. “Looks like we aren’t so different after all, brother.” The cocky lilt to his voice puts me on edge.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Chris grits out from behind me.
“Nothing at all. Dad will be pleased to know he has nothing to worry about with this merger now. See you soon, brother.”
I haven’t been able to shake the feeling my brother is up to something for days. I saw him Monday and it’s Friday now. The meeting for the merger is next week and I have let my workload fall onto Holly, who is more up to date with things than I am.
She’s the trump card.
“Hey, Saint?” I look across the conference room table to Holly. She looks worried.
“Yeah?”
“I’m not trying to overstep.” I want to scoff, she has no idea I have been overstepping inside her every damn night for weeks. “But, are you okay?”
The fact she even noticed something was off with me has my chest tightening and warmth flowing through me. “Ah, yeah. I’m good. Just got a lot on my mind.”
She nods and smiles but I can tell she doesn’t believe me. “If you want to talk, I’m free… Well, I’m free during work hours.” Her sheepish smile and the way she ducks her head down has me wanting to push her.
“So, does that mean if I asked you out for a drink tonight you would turn me down?” When she snaps her head up, shock is plastered across her face.
I know for a fact she is trying to figure out a way to get out of it since she was ordered by us two weeks ago to head straight home after work every night.
She nibbles on her bottom lip. “I mean… I guess I could.” Delight spurs to life inside me, knowing that I’ll get to punish her ass tonight for disobeying our orders.
“Perfect, we’ll head out straight after we finish here.” I grab my phone off the table and shoot Nick and Chris a text.
Me - Snowflake just agreed to have drinks with me after work
My Boo - Is that right…
Me - Don’t be jealous, baby, you’re coming with me!
My Boo - You’ll be sucking my dick on the car ride to her place
Nick - Her ass is getting fucking punished tonight! I want her chained and gagged. The filthy whore will be begging for mercy by the time we’re done with her.
My cock is rock fucking hard and I still have two hours left on the clock before we’re finished for the day!