Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,56

gone all morning.

“In my office, please, Avery,” she said, half-smiling at Addy, who was sitting at my desk in a chair I’d rolled up next to mine. I followed her, knowing the woman was pissed. “Do you mind telling me why there is a child on this floor?”

“You might want to ask the lady in the daycare admin department who rejected my kid,” I said, annoyed that this was blowing back on me as if I was trying to get away with something.

“You’ve got to be joking,” she said, obviously irritated beyond belief that she had to deal with any of this.

“I wanted to say the same thing when they wouldn’t allow Addy into their class. The last thing I wanted was to have my kid with me at my new job, but this completely blindsided me, and I had no other option. I was under the impression that this wouldn’t be an issue.”

“I’ll handle this. Just get back to work. Supervisors will be on the floor.”

I watched the woman scramble for her phone and try to work to fix the preschool problem. As I went back to work, I heard whispers and oh shits coming at me like friendly fire. I glanced around, trying to figure out what the hell was happening. It wasn’t an earthquake. Addy was unaffected, scribbling on pages of a magazine, and I just shrugged it all off. That’s when, from out of my peripheral, I saw a mob of suits.

“Amir,” I said, and he looked over. “Are the men in black here or what?”

“Just work,” he mouthed.

What the hell is happening?

I rose while everyone ducked and stared at their computers as if to beg the machine to pull them physically into it. That’s when I noticed the tallest man out of the group. The onyx colored hair that hinted at the slightest natural curl if not tamed. The hair I ran my hands through and gripped in utter ecstasy. Holy fucking shit.

Our eyes met when he caught me staring at him in disbelief. Shit. I thought he never came down here. I broke eye contact with his emerald eyes after he gave me that look I thought I’d never see again. It wasn’t a look that he was going to fuck me in every room in this building, but it was the look that he remembered fucking in every room in his castle.

I looked around at everyone who was hiding from him and the army of suits trailing him. What the hell? Was he that terrifying? Did I get out of that fake relationship just in time? Why was everyone working like they were robots?

I looked back at Jim, and his face recovered from the knowing grin and that glint in his eye that made me resist running out to him and holding the man who made me so happy in England. The dick look on his face now was that fucking scorched-earth look. Was I supposed to sit in my chair as he conversed with his men-in-suits? Was this his fear the badass CEO look?

What the hell ever. I sat down. I couldn’t forget I had my kid here, and Stef was more than likely having a coronary attack that Addy was here too. That’s when Stef went to Jim, interrupting him from his power-suit talk, and pointed in my direction.

What a goddamn bitch, I thought, knowing she was ratting Addy and me out. Now, here I was, watching Jim try and level me with that look I swore I never wanted to be on the other end of. Too bad that he was up against me protecting my daughter, and I wasn’t going to allow him to say shit about her being here. I feared fucking nothing when it came to protecting her, even this CEO—who was sexier than fuck with the look on his face—heading my way. Time to meet the bastard side of Jim head-on, especially if he was kicking my daughter off the floor.

Chapter Sixteen

Jim

For the first time in my entire life, there was one employee in my building who didn’t hide or giggle to their co-worker while I was in the room. Except Alex, of course, but he didn’t count.

I know the usual expression I carried when I was in a room of employees that I’d never met—nor intended to—faded the moment she stood, and I saw those eyes that’d never left my dreams. Those eyes that glossed over when she climaxed while riding me into ecstasy. I