Covet - Eve Vaughn Page 0,13

just have to contest the will after all….” I don’t know what made me say that considering his already credible threat of tying it up in courts for years to come, but desperation did strange things to people.

“And I already told you exactly what would happen if you tried. When I made that offer, I was in a generous mood. Now, I don’t particularly feel up to being magnanimous anymore.”

“You said it yourself that Kenny would have wanted me to be have something. I’m not asking for the bulk of his estate, just what you said you’d give me if I didn’t contest the will and went away. I’m sure we can work something out. Even if you just loan it to me.” God, I hated myself at that moment for groveling, but I was left with no choice.

My plea was met with silence.

“Nick…please.”

“How badly do you want it?”

I squeezed my eyes shut to fight back the tears I knew were only seconds away from spilling.

“Look, if you want me to beg, then fine. I’m begging you. I need the money. It’s the least you could do after getting me fired from my job.”

“I di—I didn’t realize your past would catch up to you so quickly. But here’s the thing Francesca. I don’t care how much you need the money. I don’t care if you’re out of a job or whatever other sob story you want to feed me. As I already stated, the offer is off the table.” And with that, he hung up on me.

In most circumstances I would have given up and said fuck it. Short of selling my body on the streets, I was low on options for getting my hands on the amount of cash I needed to save my brother. The house was not in my name, so I couldn’t take out a second mortgage. My credit cards were nearly maxed out, and my savings were nonexistent. Honestly if I didn’t find another job soon, Adam wouldn’t be the only one in a life dire situation.

It was how I ended up at Nick’s accounting firm. Maybe I was crazy for showing up. I didn’t know what else to do. I’d held my breath when I gave the receptionist my name to see Mr. Evans, which I understood might not pan out since I didn’t have an appointment.

To my surprise I was told to take the elevator to the top floor which is where I was directed by his Nick’s assistant to sit.

I waited two hours before I was called into his office. He was really milking this shit, and my patience was razor thin, but I kept the simmering rage bottled up within in.

Nick didn’t bother looking up from his computer when I stepped into his office. He was wearing his reading glasses which actually enhanced his already handsome features, giving him a scholarly appeal.

I stood awkwardly in front of his desk waiting for him to acknowledge my presence but as the silence continued to stretch, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Uh, should I take a seat?”

He finally looked up as he took his glasses off. I bit my bottom lip to hold back the gasp that threatened to escape. He was still one of the most incredibly handsome men I’d ever seen with his wavy dark brown hair, chiseled jaw line and full lips. Besides being bless with all those incredible attributes, he had the nerve to have a body built for sinning. I’d forgotten how green his eyes were. Despite all he done to me, the attraction I felt toward him was stronger than it should have been. It made me wonder how I could feel this way about someone I despised.

“That won’t be necessary. I know what you’re here for, which means you’re desperate right?” He raised a dark brow as if challenging me to say otherwise.

I could only nod as I chanted to myself to think about Adam.

“Good, then this should be quick.” With the agility of a trained assassin he was out of his seat and standing in front of me within seconds. His movements were so smooth for someone his size. I wasn’t a small woman standing a quarter inch over 5’8, but he towered over me forcing me to tilt my head back to meet his icy, green gaze.

“Does this mean you’ve changed your mind?” I winced at how my voice wobbled. Nick had the upper hand and he knew it.

“Depends.…”

I took a step backward. “O-on what?”

He