Ruthless Kings - Laura Lee Page 0,97

outburst. I want to scream so many obscenities at this bitch right now, it’s not even funny.

Bentley and Kingston both look like they want to jump into the computer and throttle both people on the screen.

"What did you expect?" Preston yells. "You shouldn't be surprised he suspects you. My son is highly intelligent, and you're just a dumb little slut who can't follow simple instructions!"

“Ouch,” Bentley mumbles.

Preston leans down and places his hands on the arms of Peyton’s chair, getting right in her face. “If you would’ve waited like I told you to, instead of sending some half-cocked steroid addict after her, we wouldn’t be in this predicament! If you’ve fucked this up for me, Peyton, I. Will. Kill. You. Better yet, I’ll shoot that meathead right in front of you, then I’ll feed you to the sharks. They’ll make you wish you were dead as they’re violating your body in every delicious way imaginable. Hell, I might even join them.”

I place my palm over my mouth to stifle my cry. Nobody deserves that, not even Peyton.

Peyton whimpers. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't...I just can't stand seeing them together. Kingston hates my guts, and it's all because of her. You saw their sex tape. You saw how he acts with her. He’s in love with her! How am I supposed to get him to marry me now?”

Kingston grabbed my hand, looking at me out of the corner of his eye before returning his attention to the screen. He probably knows I'm about to puke, knowing his dad's name was just added to the long list of people who have seen me performing oral while completely naked.

Preston sits back on his desk and belts out a sinister laugh. “You stupid fucking girl. Of course, he’s in love with her! I knew that was going to happen the minute Charles decided to claim her.”

“Then why didn’t you talk him out of it?” Peyton cries. “She’s ruining everything! I’m not going to lose twenty billion dollars because of some whore from the fucking projects!”

I wince when Preston winds his hand back and slaps Peyton so hard, her face whips to the side. “Ten billion.”

“Dayum,” Bentley whispers. “Dude’s savage.”

Peyton rubs her cheek and sniffles. “What?”

Preston takes his time rolling his shirt sleeves up to his elbows. “You said you’re not going to lose twenty billion. I corrected you. You only have ten billion on the line. The other ten is mine.”

This time I can’t hold back my gasp.

Kingston squeezes my hand and mutters, “Fucking bastard.”

“Quiet, dawg,” Bentley says. “I can’t hear.”

“R-right,” Peyton stutters. “That’s what I meant. Ten billion.”

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” Preston stands but makes no move to walk away. “You’re going to pull out of the race. You’re going to tell your lap dog to pull out of the race. If either one of you makes an attempt to touch Jasmine, I will take action. I don’t make empty threats, Peyton. If you don’t believe me, ask your mother; she’s been around long enough to know the consequences of crossing me.”

“B-but, how am I supposed to get Kingston back? We have to be married before my next birthday and produce an heir before I’m twenty-one. If that doesn’t happen, we get nothing.”

Preston starts undoing his belt buckle.

“What the hell? Is he—?” I wave my hand at the screen, where Kingston’s dad is now unzipping his slacks.

“Holy shit,” Bentley exclaims.

I don’t want to watch, especially when Preston takes his dick out of his briefs, but I can’t seem to look away. His cock is two inches in front of Peyton’s face, and she doesn’t seem surprised in the least. The way the camera is angled, we can see every damn thing right now.

“I’m well aware of the stipulations of your father’s will, Peyton. Don’t worry about my son; I’ll take care of it. Now...” Preston strokes himself. “I think it’s about time you apologize properly, don’t you?”

Peyton's hand goes to the top of her head. "Let me just take this off, so it doesn't keep getting in the way again."

Preston’s hand slams down on Peyton’s, preventing her from removing the wig. “No. Leave it on. Like I told you the first time I made you wear it, the wig makes it much easier to pretend you’re someone else. I don’t give a fuck if you’re uncomfortable.”

Peyton says nothing for a moment before hanging her head. “Of course. Whatever you want.”

“Lose the coat.”

Peyton unbuttons her coat and slides it off her shoulders. I