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It’s a reminder that prison might not be the only thing I have to fear if Kyle ever discovers the truth.
“I-I’ll get more information. I need a few days,” I tell Dean, my voice shaky.
Without waiting for a response, I turn and make a beeline for the door. I ignore the quivering of my belly and the unsteady way my hand turns the doorknob. I need to get out of here before I scream.
“Don’t try to run, Riley,” Dean threatens behind me. However, his warning doesn’t hold the same weight as the cold look in Kyle’s eyes. While I don’t doubt Dean would follow through on making a call to the police, I know Kyle would be the type to leave the police out altogether. He would take revenge himself.
That thought has me swallowing hard.
CHAPTER14
Kyle
“What is it, Mike?” I ask into the phone while simultaneously checking my watch. I have a meeting in ten minutes. It’s with all of the department VPs. It’ll be my first official meeting as COO.
While I’m not nervous because I know my shit, I am anxious to get it started. There are several projects I’m overseeing and need to implement. None of which is more critical than ensuring this merger goes smoothly.
“I just got word from our contact at The Daily Report,” Mike says.
“And?”
“Supposedly, they’re running an article on Townsend Industries soon.”
“About the merger?” I ask.
“No.” He sighs. “One of the reporters got an anonymous tip that Townsend is involved in bribing and paying off political officials to get permits approved. They say he has evidence that out of the number of permits Townsend real estate applied for, they all went through ten times faster than other companies’ applications.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Another fucking article,” I grunt. I thought I was done with the negative articles when I got rid of Jayceon Carlson. “Call Uncle Joshua’s people.” My uncle has been the head of Townsend real estate for more than two decades. He’ll be the first line of defense against any bad press concerning our real estate division.
“They’re on it,” Mike tells me. “I spoke with his PR rep.”
“Good,” I say. “Then schedule a meeting with him for tomorrow morning. Tomorrow is Saturday, but if this is an issue, it must be handled immediately. My uncle will understand.”
“One more thing,” Mike says.
I push out a frustrated breath but hold my tongue.
“Brendan Chastain has left another message. He wants you to get in touch with him.”
“What the hell?” I sigh. “Listen, the next time he calls, tell him I don’t have time to waste with him. I’m not a fucking Hollywood exec. And despite my brother’s connections, I wouldn’t give his ass the time of day.”
“Do you want me to tell him that?”
“In those exact words,” I grit out. Brendan Chastain was the type who liked to be seen more than he wanted to work. And he wondered why no one took him seriously.
“He’s been insistent. He called twice yesterday and at least once this morning.”
“Is this an issue you can’t handle, Mike?” My voice sounds borderline lethal to my ears. I didn’t deal with incompetence. Mike has been my assistant for three years, and he does a hell of a job, but if he can’t handle Brendan Chastain, who’s nothing more than a minor nuisance, we’ll have a problem.
“If he calls again, I’ll take care of it.”
“Good. Make sure there aren’t any more interruptions for the next ninety minutes.” I exit my office a minute later to head to the conference room.
On the way, I find myself uncannily anticipating the sight of the one person I have no business wanting to see. Riley Martin. Throughout my business trip, my mind kept going back to the expression on her face when I made her come.
Fuck. What I wouldn’t give to hear her scream my name as I slide my cock deep inside of her. And her taste?
Holy shit.