Page 21 of Merciless Heir
“At least my earnings are above board.”
“At least I don’t crush the little person to get ahead.”
“You like fighting. I should warn you, the particular brand you practice might get you unexpected results.”
I take another sip. “Like what?”
“Turning me on.” Kingston doesn’t smile as he says this.
And I shiver.
“The clock,” he says, “has stopped ticking on your time. I’m going to need an answer as I’ve already given you past the two hours, Sadie. Let me know, or I walk and your chance is gone forever. What’s it going to be? Yes or no?”
Chapter Seven
Kingston
Yes, I’ll do it.
That’s what Sadie Hess said the night before.
Followed by, I’ll start and be in touch.
I lay in bed, one arm thrown over my face. It’s five a.m. and I need to get up and work out. I need to do a lot of things before I hit my own trail on things.
She stretched her game and my patience almost to a surgical breaking point, and then she told me what I knew she’d say all along.
One more minute and I’d have walked, no matter what she said.
She’s a pain in the ass and dangerous. I’m not yet sure in what way she’s the latter, but she is.
Sadie’s also lying about my mother.
I’ll take her answer for now. She sidestepped with a very logical answer, but it wasn’t what I was asking and we both know it. My mother is up to something and Sadie plays things so close that pushing isn’t going to get me anywhere. At least not yet.
And regardless, me seeing that scrap of paper isn’t the point. I sought Sadie out. I want the best and I’ll use the best.
I’m just going to need to keep a close eye on her, that’s all.
Dropping my arm, I get up and head to my gym.
Magnus is saying something and I’m not listening. It’s not my brothers bore me; we’re close and they’re more than family—they’re friends, something I don’t have among people on our tier.
Mainly because I’m in agreement with Sadie there.
I don’t like the mega rich.
Ironic, I know.
Something hits me and I snatch the wad of paper before it hits my lap. Over the low hum of the exclusive club we’re having lunch and drinks in, I say, “Was that needed, Ry?”
My brother shrugs and leans back in his chair, sticking his hands behind his head and giving me his shit eating grin. “You tell us. You’re somewhere else today.”
“Sorry.” I run a hand over my face and turn my phone over so I can’t see the screen. “Thinking about the latest.”
“From beyond the grave?” Hud pushes his plate away and toys with the cloth serviette.
Magnus raises a brow, not looking the slightest annoyed I’d tuned out. “Or from across the divorce table.”