Page 110 of Hate to Love You

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Page 110 of Hate to Love You

“Yes, Boss. She said she wanted us to get the passcodes and transfer information,” Cal whispers so that only I can hear him.

“So she can make that collateral disappear,” I nod, suddenly understanding her motivations. “And disqualify him from the purchase.”

Clever girl.

“Did she say what her intentions were with him?”

“I think,” Cal says, raising his brows. “She intended for you to let him go if he gave us what she was after.”

“And?” I ask. “Did we get them?”

Cal smiles.

Slowly, a wicked grin spreads across my face, as I stare at Cal, watching as my intentions slowly register in his eyes.

“Alright kid,” I say, turning to Trevor next to me. “You said you wanted to prove your loyalty to me, right?”

“Yes!” Trevor says earnestly, glancing nervously at the mob still encircling us with their weapons drawn.

“That you’d be my man, loyal to me, for whatever I need, whenever I need it, correct?”

“Yes, Mr. Antonov,” He nods, his eyes wide. “Whatever you need.”

“Good. Kill him.” I say, pulling my gun from my holster and handing it to Trevor. “Now.”

It’s nearly quarter past two when I finally crawl into bed back at my penthouse.

But it’s also when I receive the first text from Abby.

Little Fox

2:15am: Just to be clear, what happened today was a mistake. It won’t be happening again.

I chuckle to myself, realizing that given the time of this text, she’s likely been stewing on it for hours, wondering what I’ve been up to all night. Maybe even wondering why I haven’t called her.

Though she would probably lose her shit if she knew.

Me

2:15am: Oh, it definitely will. But it’s adorable you think that.

Little Fox

2:16am: I was hired to be your assistant, not your slut, Mr. Antonov. It’s royally unprofessional.

Me

2:17am: Unprofessional or not, I can still smell your pussy on my cock. And I like it.

Little Fox

2:20am: Gross. And I’m serious, Roman. That was a one time thing. It’s not going to happen again.

Me

2:21am: Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, little fox. Now go to bed, well-fucked ASSistants still have work in the morning.

As I lay back against the covers, I can’t stop the wicked grin on my face.




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