absolutely nothing. Helen always wants to be me, to have what I did and she’s just using her daughter to get exactly what she’s always wanted. Money and status. You’re just the old fool who is buying into it all.”
I chuckle. Her words are hilarious, considering Helen never so much as flirted with me all those years ago. And it wasn’t Helen who was social climbing and money-hungry.
“I hope that you find whatever makes you happy in life, Susan.”
Ending the call, I power off my phone and toss it to the nightstand next to me. I don’t realize that Tennessee is awake, not until I look down at her and she’s watching me. I can’t quite read the expression on her face, but I know her well enough by now to realize that it isn’t good.
“That was Susan?” she asks, her voice soft.
Nodding my head once, I let out a grunt. “She called me from an unknown number, I didn’t think, I just answered.”
“She thinks I’m a gold-digger,” she rasps. “So to punish me, she’s trying to have my son put in the hands of an abuser? She seems stable,” she mutters.
I can’t hold my bark of laughter in. Flexing, I pull her closer to me and hold her body against my own while I laugh.
“Susan Astor is a lot of things, but stable definitely isn’t one of them, honey.”
Sliding my hand up the middle of her back, I lace my fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck and look into her green eyes. Since the room is dark, the moonlight is reflecting in them and it’s stunning, just like she is.
“She will not win, honey,” I murmur.
“I really don’t want her to,” Tennessee sighs.
I hum, dipping my chin and touching my lips to hers. “She won’t. I won’t let her. No matter what. Also, I know you’re not a gold-digger and neither is Helen. Please, don’t let her get in your head.”
“I hate that people will automatically think that though, because of my age.”
Sliding my tongue along the seam of her lips, I let out a low grunt. “They’ll think all I want is a young little trophy wife that I can control. It goes both ways,” I inform.
Tennessee laughs, it sounds husky with sleep and so fucking sexy. Then she pushes up and my hand is forced to leave her hair. With a smile, she throws her leg over my hips and straddles me. The sheet falls away, exposing her beautiful bare body for me.
When she rocks her hips and her pussy slides along my length, I let out a low moan. Wrapping my hands around her hips, I grip her as I clench my jaw at the sight of her above me.
“Little do they know,” she whispers, reaching between us as she wraps her hand around my hardening length and begins to stroke me. “That in here, control goes both ways.”
“Does it?” I ask, arching a brow.
She bends slightly, her tits swaying when she does. Her lips are turned up in a sweet smile. “You know that it does, Landry. And you love the back and forth.”
I chuckle. “I love you, honey.”
Her eyes soften and she aligns my dick with her center, sitting up and sinking down along my length. “I love you too, Landry.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
LANDRY
“You’re shitting me?” I bark.
Bash only grunts. “I wish that I were.”
“Where’s Hansen?” I demand.
There’s a moment of silence, then Bash clears his throat. “She’ll be served today, at work. Just be there for her, that’s all I can say.”
“I want everything on that fuck. Everything,” I growl.
Slamming down the phone, I close my eyes and inhale a deep breath. Then I roll my chair back and stand. Fuck this shit. Fuck all of it. Walking toward my door, I open it quickly, looking to the right and there is Tennessee there working on her iPad.
“Grab your things, I need you to come with me,” I gruffly announce.
She lifts her head, her brows snapping together. “Landry?” she asks softly.
I shake my head once. The fucker can serve her, it just won’t be here and it won’t be today. She needs another night, another good night before she’s forced to watch a swab being shoved into Holden’s mouth and have him tested for his paternity.
Holding out my hand, I wriggle my fingers. She slips her hand in mine before I gently tug her to her feet. Sliding my arm around her, I wrap my fingers around her hip as I