doors of the study open with force, and he’s exactly where I expected him to be—sitting behind his desk. What I didn’t expect was for one of the housekeepers to be on her knees in front of him, bobbing on the end of his dick. His head is leaning back against his chair and he peels one eye open at my intrusion.
The girl on the floor pulls away from him and tries to look over her shoulder at me, but he grips her hair.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
She goes back to work on him and I wait, keeping eye contact with him. I’m not the scared little boy he thought he could boss around. If he wants to have some pissing contest over how long I’ll wait for him to be sucked off, then I’ll win. His hips pump up off the chair, and a couple minutes later he holds her head on his dick and squeezes his eyes shut as he finishes.
Ha! I won, asshole. Shit, all I want to do is throw up in one of the potted plants.
“Now see yourself out.” He buckles up his pants, and the woman stands and wipes at her face, averting all eye contact as she brushes past me. “To what do I owe the pleasure, son?”
He leans back in his chair, relaxed and without a care, as if I didn’t just walk in on what I’m sure was him sexually exploiting his staff.
“I wanted to update you on my progress with Isla.” I fish for a reaction as I sit in the chair across the desk from him.
“Oh?” He raises a skeptical eyebrow.
“Things are progressing well. I should be able to propose soon.”
“I’m glad to hear it, but what I’m really interested to know is whether you have control of her or not.”
My hands involuntarily clench in my lap. “What do you mean?”
He leans forward, narrowing his eyes. “I mean, will she do what you tell her without putting up a fuss?”
“Not yet, but I’m getting there,” I lie.
Isla will never be the type of woman who does what I say just because I say it. And I admire her for it. I’ve seen so many women over the years cower because their husbands held the purse strings and had all the power. Isla has her own power and it’s the most important kind of all—it’s inherent and it comes from within.
“Get there faster, son, or I might run out of patience.”
My gaze flicks to the reflection of his computer screen in the large mirror positioned behind his desk. I can’t tell what he’s working on. There’s a light-blue-and-yellow company header at the top of whatever it is that I don’t recognize. I quickly scan his desk for anything incriminating, but my father’s not an idiot. He didn’t get this far by leaving his secrets lying around for all to see.
Damn it.
I knew this would probably be a fruitless visit, but it was one I had to make. I don’t like how quiet he’s been. I expected him to be all over me to get the ring on Isla’s finger, but he’s been lying low, which is unlike him.
“I’ll get there when I get there,” I say, standing from the chair. I can’t stomach being in his presence any longer.
“Make it soon or you won’t like what happens.”
There’s the man I know. The menace and threat in his voice is a familiar companion.
I say nothing as I exit the room.
“If you see any of the other girls who work here, send her in,” he calls out after me. “I’m still not as relaxed as I like to be going into my day.”
I slam the doors shut behind me and stalk out of the house as fast as possible. He’s such a sick bastard. It’s difficult to think that we share DNA.
But we must, because I’m going to propose to Isla, and if she ever finds out the truth, it will crush her.
33
Chapter Thirty-three
Isla
“It seems like it’s getting serious with Garrin,” my mom says, blowing into her teacup.
I mimic her posture, and I don’t know if it’s because I’ve seen her do it all my life or if it’s some genetic thing she’s passed down to me, but I blow lightly on the smooth brown surface.
It’s impossible to hold back the smile from my face. “I guess you could say that. Things are going well.” She smiles over at me. “Did I tell you that I used to have a crush on him