Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,35
she said. “Maybe I’ll stick to divorcing you, taking all the money, and leaving your butt to run the place.”
“So long as I still had your sexy ass to fuck?”
She shrugged. “I guess. The sex could stay too. You’re pretty good in bed.”
“Well, now that all of the legal issues are out of the way, perhaps we will remarry.” My phone rang, and it was Alex. Poor asshole tried calling me ten times, and I still hadn’t gotten back to him.
“Better get that.” She pointed at my phone with her fork. “I need a reason to divorce your ass, taking the money, and keeping the sex.”
I grinned as I left the room and called Alex back.
“All right, did you handle the shit with Brad and Mark?” he asked, breathing heavily, and I could tell he wasn’t taking things well.
I couldn’t blame him; I usually shouldered all of this bullshit, leaving Alex to hunt down and maneuver his skill toward advancing business deals. Handling dumb, random shit like sudden pullouts and our top investor backing out because of fucking Julia wasn’t in his wheelhouse. It was in mine.
“Alex,” I said steadily, “take a breath. You sound like you’re having a panic attack.”
“What the fuck do you expect me to say? I’m not comfortable sleeping one more night with Knights Aware and Dunlap going to hell on us, and for no good reason.”
“Calm the hell down. I’ll handle it. Jesus, Alex, you act like this is the first time someone’s tried playing games with us. We’re not responding to this until I get back.”
“Have you lost your goddamn mind, Mitchell?”
“No,” I said in a lower voice. “But I will lose my goddamn mind if you keep this shit going. Calm the fuck down. If you want to keep them on the line and dangle the fucking carrot of wealth in front of their faces until I get back, then go for it. Until then, go to bed.”
“This is not the James Mitchell that I know. You’d normally be ending your trip to London immediately and sit these people on their asses to fix this.”
“I’m not taking that route with either of them. You and I both know there is no better company than ours for either of them. They’re playing games, but I’m not playing along. I’m getting off this phone, and unless you have a fucking medical emergency or the building burns down, I want you to relax and not call me.”
The other end of the phone was silent.
“Are you still with me, Alex?”
“I’m wondering if you are still with me.”
“Can you just trust me on this? I’m not allowing anything to harm the company. If I felt concerned that everything was going to hell, you know I’d be on this.”
“Right.” He exhaled.
“Go to bed. I’ll check in later and stay up to date with any bullshit they try and come at us with.”
“All right. Then I’m going to get off the phone and do something I’ve never done before in my life—not give a fuck.”
“You do your job, and I’ll do mine. Right now, these fuckers can wait for my intervention on this bullshit when I get back. The ball is in our court.”
“You’re right. All right. I’ll call if anything comes up.”
“I’m checking emails, and then I’m out. Get some rest, man, because when I get home, we’ll be going at this hard until it’s resolved.”
“Got it. Later.”
Alex was pissed, and I knew precisely why—I wasn’t acting like myself. As the words left my mouth, though, they made sense. If we reacted to this like we were desperate, it would only make us look like the fools these dicks believed us to be. They weren’t getting responses until next week when I had them in my office to figure out what the fuck they were trying to pull on us.
I finished up as Avery walked out of her room, dressed in jeans and a sweater. “You up for a little tourist day in Gloucestershire today?” I asked.
She eyed me. “A tourist day? I think the question is, are you up for a little tourist day today?” She pulled her hair into a ponytail, “Last time we tried to go out, we almost got fake divorced.”
“I have a driver waiting,” I said with a smile. “I think you’ll like this tour. It’s about an hour away.”
“Don’t you have a car of your own?” she asked. “I mean, the whole driver thing seems a little over the top for us newlyweds.”