Chapter Seventeen
HOLLY
All three of the guys sit there with stunned expressions on their faces as they watch the video. Me, I'm just sitting here smiling. When Nick shoves his chair back and pounds his fist down on the table ready to lose his mind at Chester, I cut in before he gets the chance.
“Nick.” Me calling his name draws his attention back to me, I keep my face blank of all emotion.
“Sit your ass down. You’re going to miss the best part, where Saint makes me squirt all over your desk while Chris is fucking him.
” The anger vanishes and his face drains of color at my words.
I ignore Chris and Saint on my other side as I focus on the video.
I can feel Chester and his father watching me intently, but pay them no mind.
When the sound of my cries of pleasure bathe the room, I clap my hands and look at my ex.
“Did you see how your brother made me come?” I don’t give him a chance to answer.
“I only ask because you’ve never been able to make me climax before but your brother has…
multiple times on every surface of that office and my apartment.
Oh, he even caught me fingering my pussy one day at work. Did you see that video?”
The room is so silent you could hear a pin drop. I look at each of the five guys with an unhinged smile on my face before finally settling back on my regret. I drop my feet to the floor and push to my feet. I lay my hands flat on the table and bend forward.
“If you plan to use that video to blackmail them into dropping this, then I’ll be forced to counter your attack with one of my own.” My tone is filled with warning, which he ignores.
“You don’t have shit on me, sweetheart.”
I laugh, but there’s no humor to it. I feel Nick, Chris and Saint stand and flank me from behind. They know I know what they did, but they are choosing to play along with my game to save face.
I’ll deal with them later.
“I have the audio of you telling me how you wanted to pull the plug on your father’s machines, just so his death didn’t drag out.
” Sr. splutters, but I’m not done. “Or how about the screenshots you sent of the PI you hired to tail your mother, only to find out she’s having an affair with your dad’s cousin.
I also have the messages about you planning to use those against her so she would sign over her shares of the company.
I also have the threats you sent me before I even knew Saint, about how you wanted to hire someone to run his car off the road so all your parents’ assets would go to you and not be split. ”
Before Chester can utter a word, I turn around and face my lying ass bosses but my main focus is Saint who stands between the twins.
“If you had just told me the truth, I could have closed this merger in your favor months ago.” He opens his mouth to reply but I hold up a hand, silencing him.
“I’ve made a folder in the shared drive between the four of us and transferred ownership to you three.
All the evidence you need to take your whole family down is in there.
I also went a step further, I asked a friend of a friend to get me a copy of your fathers will.
That’s in there as well, but I think you should ask him about it, his answer may surprise you. ”
I spin around and face my ex and his father. I feel kind of bad for Chester Sr. but he brought this on himself.
“I don’t appreciate being blackmailed or used.” I hear the three behind me suck in a sharp inhale.
“Mr. North, none of this information has to go public. I have signed an NDA and added it to the file in the drive which Saint can send to you, but if this video is ever leaked to the press, I will spill all your family secrets and have no regrets, because I am that fucking petty.” I look at my ex and scoff.
“You really thought playing a sex tape of me would win you this?”
He scowls at me. “Fuck you.”
I roll my eyes. “We’ve already established from that film that your brother and the twins have been doing that every damn night. Do the right thing, Chester—”
“They broke into my house, hurt me and sent that text from my phone. I never wanted to break up!”
That is news to me and wasn’t listed in the snowflake folder, but I don’t show my surprise.
“Nothing you say will change the fact you just broadcasted my private life on tape and were planning to use it to hurt your own brother. Jesus Christ, Chester, you made Saint sound like a fucking monster. He’s a good man.
The three of them are! You chose to let your jealousy cause this rift between you and him, now you get to lay in the bed you made for yourself. ”
“Send my attorney the documents, I’ll sign them,” Chester Sr. says. I shoot him a small smile and nod.
“Thank you,” I mutter, then walk out of there with my head held high.
Now that the rush is wearing off I’m beginning to crumble and I need to get out of here before I break down.
I won’t let them see me fall apart. As I step inside the elevator, the three of them rush toward me.
I press the door close button repeatedly, but Chris darts his arm out, stopping the doors from closing.
They all stand there panting and staring at me with varying looks of guilt, shock, pride and… love. I channel my inner bad bitch once more and force myself to stand tall and face them.
“Holly—’
“Don’t you mean snowflake?” I hiss, cutting Nick off. He at least has the decency to look guilty.
“Can we explain?” Chris hedges.
“Nope. You had your chance to come clean, you didn't. So, here we are. Now, if you three could fuck off so I can get the fuck out of here, that would be great.”
“Please, Holly, just let us explain,” Saint pleads.
I laugh and shake my head, causing all of them to tense. “Get fucked. You really think I would stand here and hear you out after the three of you used me? Get fucking real, asshole.”
“Those tapes were for us, we were never going to use them,” Nick vows.
I shake my head in annoyance. “You don’t fucking get it!” I shout, making them flinch. “Get the fuck away from me now, we’re done.” Chris drops his arm as he recoils.
“The fuck does that mean?” he snaps.
“It means I hope you like sucking your own cocks because I’m not doing it.” The elevator doors begin to close and none of them move to stop them, but just before they close I call out, “Oh, and I quit.” The second the doors close, my knees buckle and I drop to the ground gasping for air.
My chest feels like it’s cracking open. The past two days I have been able to latch onto the anger and the rush of being able to serve them the smack down in that meeting, but now that it’s all over, I have nothing left to keep me going except for the hurt and heartache.
A strangled sob escapes me as I reach the lobby.
I pull myself to my feet and stumble out of the building, needing air.
The moment the cool air hits me, I manage to suck in a full breath.
Tears still trail down my cheeks and I start to walk.
I have no idea where I’m going, all I know is I just need to get the fuck out of here and as far away from them as I can.
They’re so stupid. The fact they thought I’m angry because of the masks is what pisses me off more. After all this time, I thought they knew me better than that but I was fucking wrong.
Dear Santa, if you forgive me for fucking your lookalikes, I promise not to sin… No, that’s a lie but I promise not to sin as much!