Page 113 of By His Vow
Pressing my pass to the security panel, I press the button for the top floor. It’s about the only thing my surname grants me in this place. An all-access pass…not exactly the thing dreams are made of.
“Good afternoon, Tate. Is there anything I can help you with?” Judith asks the second I storm toward her.
“Are they here?” I demand.
She stares at me but doesn’t dispute my suspicion. I take that as the confirmation I need and march down toward my brother’s office.
Our father’s office is closer, but something tells me he won’t have relocated there yet. He’s going to want the home comforts of the office he’s made his over the past few years.
“Tate,” Judith calls.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you out of this,” I call back over my shoulder before coming to a stop outside Miles’s corner office.
The door is closed and the glass has been darkened, stopping me from seeing inside.
They’re in there, though. I can sense it.
I knock once, just as a courtesy, before swinging the door open and surging inside.
“Tate?” Miles says, jumping from his seat with concern on his face.
I never come up here, so I’m not surprised he assumes something is wrong.
But it’s not my brother I focus on. It’s the man sitting beside him.
“You,” I seethe, pointing right at him. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Right now, I’m in a finance meeting with the CEO and CFO of your company, Tatum. What areyoudoing?”
“Me?” I gasp, turning my finger on myself.
“Yes, you. You’re the one who stormed in here looking like you’re about to blow.”
“Maybe we should take a break,” Liam, our CFO suggests, looking totally out of place as I glare at Kingston.
“Not necessary,” the asshole says, finally pushing his chair back and standing. He stalks toward me with a blank expression playing on his face. “Tatum is overreacting,” he explains.
“Overreacting?” I shriek.
“Oh Jesus,” Kian mutters, looking between the two of us with a wince.
“Tatum, can you bottle this and deal with it later?” Miles suggests. “This is kind of important.”
“More important than your best friend trying to control my life?”
“I booked you a few appointments. Most women would love a spur-of-the-moment treat. I guess I should have known you wouldn’t be one of them.”
“What the hell is that meant to mean?” I seethe.
“You’re not fucking normal, Tate,” Kingston announces to the room.
“Me?” I ask, shocked to my core. “I’m the weird one? Says the man who doesn’t even own a coffee machine?”
“She’s got a point there, Bro,” Kian laughs, earning himself a seething look from his big brother.
“I’m with them. Coffee is life,” Miles agrees.
“Can we talk about this later?” Kingston asks, scrubbing his hand down his face. “Maybe after you’ve calmed down a little?”