Page 75 of King of Kings
“A few. Most of them involve blackmail,” I admit.
“Are you sure you want to sink to his level?” she asks.
“No, but I’m afraid it might be my only option at this point.”
She looks worried as she leans back in the chair, her eyes studying my face.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ve been operating under my dad for a long time. I know what I need to do,” I reassure her.
“What’s your plan?” she asks, taking a sip of her wine.
“It’s actually simple. It’s been under my nose for so long, I’m angry I didn’t realize it sooner. I could have saved a lot of people some headaches.” I sigh.
“Don’t beat yourself up, Knox. Your dad is a powerful man,” she points out.
“You’re right. You said something in the kitchen to him that really made me think. You mentioned that he forced your dad to take over the office in Chicago. I thought that was strange. I did some digging, and I have found out that my dad is in bed with a lot of people. A lot of powerful people. He’s involved in more than one illegal activity. I followed a trail, and it seems to me like your dad was starting to realize what was going on. He asked to be moved to Chicago. He wasn’t forced. He wasn’t quite man enough to tell my dad to completely fuck off, but he didn’t want to be a part of whatever has been going on out here,” I tell her.
“I think your dad must have cut his salary or something, because we were struggling in Chicago. That’s the reason I agreed to start dating Bradley. My parents were in desperate need of some financial help. I just had no idea how far it went,” she says.
“Speaking of your parents, I feel like you should know that Preston––the police chief––told me that your mom called and gave a statement. She backed up your claims of abuse. She said she didn’t do the right thing then, but she wanted to do the right thing now,” I tell her, watching various emotions cross her face.
“How do you know if it’s too late?” she asks, wiping a stray tear from her eye.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, is there a time limit on forgiveness? I feel like I’d be doing a disservice to myself if I forgive her after everything I’ve been through.”
“I think that depends on you and your situation. Is the relationship something you want to save? Or are you better off without it?” I ask.
“That’s a good question.” She sighs, sitting her glass down on my desk.
“It’s not something you have to have the answer to right away,” I point out, watching her get up from her chair and move around to my side of the desk.
My heart rate kicks up a notch just at her being near.
“What are you doing?” I ask, narrowing my eyes as she grins at me.
“I’ve been dying to touch you. I know we have a lot of shit to work on and there’s a lot going on in our lives, but can we forget it all for a moment?” she asks before straddling my lap.
My dick stands at attention as soon as she makes contact with me.
“Sophia.” I groan, letting my head roll back against the headrest of the chair.
She doesn’t respond, just moves her body slightly, so her hips grind against me.
“You’re going to kill me,” I say, blowing out a sexually frustrated breath.
“Only in the best way,” she says before leaning down to press her lips against mine.
Her body rocks against mine as we deepen our kiss. My hands instinctively run up her body and under her shirt.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” I say between kisses.
“You make me feel that way. You make me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world,” she responds before kissing me again.
I grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. My eyes travel her body, and her breasts are practically spilling out of the black lace bra she’s wearing.
“Take it off,” I growl.