A Mess of a Man (Cruel & Beautiful #2)

“Sit on my fucking face, baby. I’m not done yet.”


I get her off twice before I flip our positions and get her on her hands and knees. There isn’t anything gentle about the way I ram into her. She doesn’t complain, only screams out for more. When I blow my load, I’m so spent, we lie in a heap on the couch until I can catch my breath.

By the time my alarm goes off the next morning, I’ve managed a couple of hours sleep. It has been days since I’ve had Sam in my bed and I’ve made the most of our time. We christen many rooms in the house except the bathroom, which I plan to rectify.

“Wake up, sweetheart. I have to go to work and I plan to smell like you when I get there.”

By the time I make it to the office and sit in my chair, I’ve done things with muscles I haven’t used in a while. It’s time to get that home gym installed if I plan to keep my pretty little girlfriend happy. The sheer number of times we went at it, if I’d gone bare my dick would have been chafed if not for Sam’s wet pussy. I’m for sure out of cum. Which reminds me of our test. We haven’t gone yet with everything going on, and I want to be inside her bare.

I send her a text.



Me: Testing, tomorrow morning?



It’s not a question even though I’ve phrased it that way.



Sam: Afternoon?



I growl, not wanting to waste another minute.



Me: Sure



I make the necessary appointments and send her the time. Then I focus on work. All the correspondence about the confusion with the mutual fund company and the effected parties has gone out, with another letter still to review.

“Do you think you should call your dad?”

Jeff sits in a chair across from my desk and I have to stop myself from telling him to go fuck himself, since my door is wide open and I’m the acting boss. It would not be a good look.

“Not happy with my leadership, because I think it’s working for me?” I ask with a raised brow instead.

“It’s not that, but shit, man. If things go tits up, this is all on you.”

He doesn’t have to tell me. Men were made by the tough decisions if you look back in history. And I don’t need my dad to tell me if I’m being a good boy or not. Not anymore.

“I know. But trust me, I’ve got this.”

I hit the send button on the letter I approve which isn’t apologetic. Mistakes happen, but it isn’t ours. We hadn’t directly invested in that slime ball who gives a bad name to all investment bankers. We trusted the information we had at the time that our clients’ money was free of the fraud. And unfortunately for us, mutual fund companies don’t always disclose every investment they deal with on a daily basis.

“You’ve got balls, my friend.”

He’s right. All my chips are on the table, and if I bust, I’ll lose everything.

There is a ruckus in the hall. Jeff turns around just as a woman barrels through my door with Lisa in tow.

“Ms. Spencer,” I say dryly, wondering why she’s still invading my life like a carpenter ant infestation until I break.

“I may not be able to sue you, but I want the person fired who called me to come to your event.”

I glare at Lisa who is supposed to be the gatekeeper in our office. I can see a talk with Trudy in my future. How did Dad deal with all this shit and still get things done?

“You’re no longer a client, Karen,” I say slowly, hoping she’ll get the message.

“I haven’t pulled my money. And I haven’t decided if I will. Just because you’re an asshole doesn’t mean your firm hasn’t made me a shit ton of money. And don’t worry—I want nothing to do with you. I’ve moved on. But whoever tried to use me for the fool should be fired.”

I push at my hair knowing I need to handle this. “I’ll deal with it. Now if you excuse me, I have work to do.”

Her eyes narrow and it’s easy to see she wants the final word.

“Just so you know, you may have made me a ton of money, but you weren’t the best man that’s been in my bed.”

She spins on her heels leaving my office in a huff. If she thinks her words will eat at my ego, she’s mistaken. The last thing I want is for her to think about me at all. So if she has to lie to herself, so be it.

“Wait, who did you give the client list to?” I ask Lisa.

“After the event?”

I nod, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it to one more time. “That cute guy that works for your girlfriend.”

“Nick?” I ask.

She nods. “He’s not going to get in trouble is he? He asked me out. It would suck if I get him fired.”

“Thanks. You can go, and make sure Ms. Spencer leaves the building.”

Lisa glances at Jeff as if he can overrule me. I am going to have to have a meeting to remind people I am still in charge the next several days until Dad returns. When she leaves, Jeff whistles.

“I don’t envy you, man.”

Certainly I don’t either. I have to determine whether to tell Sam in person or over the phone. When I dial her number, I still haven’t decided.



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