My Cruel Lover (Wicked Poison #3) - T.L. Smith Page 0,38

pivots and walks back to his office, shutting the door behind him.

An hour passes before Archie exits and gives me a small smile on his way out.

“Jacinta,” Beckham yells.

With a sigh, I slide on my heels before I walk into his office. When I get there, he’s focusing on his computer.

“I need the files for Archie’s account. I want you to sort them and bring me everything from the last two years.” I nod and walk out, going straight to the filing room. I find the files straight away. There is a massive note on the front warning that they’re for Beckham’s eyes only. I take a seat on the filing room floor, sorting through them until I get the ones I want.

Someone coughs above me.

“Why the fuck are you on the floor?” I look down at the piles of paperwork scattered all around me. Most of our files are on the computer, but Beckham prefers to have physical ones too, in case the computers crash. I was told his father taught him that.

I don’t even bother with an answer, just push my hand up in the air toward him and hand him the files he wants. When he takes them, I go back to sorting the ones that are left.

Beckham is good. All of Archie’s money looks legit. But from what I’ve heard, it is anything but.

“Do you plan to get off the floor anytime soon?” he asks, reminding me he hasn’t left yet. He’s still standing there waiting for me.

“Yes, I do. But not until I have this all back in order.” I don’t even raise my head when I speak to him.

“What are you doing in here?”

We both turn to Shandy, who’s standing in the doorway. Beckham pushes past her and out, leaving me sitting on the floor with Shandy watching him go before she looks back at me.

“What is going on with you two?” she asks.

“Nothing,” I say, smiling.

“Yeah, well … I know that’s a lie. Look, you got something delivered and it’s on your desk.” Confused, I put the last of the files away neatly and stand.

“What is it?”

“Flowers. Big ones, too. So, tell me, who are they from? Because we both know Beckham doesn’t do flowers.”

Brushing my hands down my skirt, I make my way back to my desk. When I approach, I see Beckham standing there staring at the flowers. When he notices me, he strides straight into his office and shuts the door, with not a care in the world.

“They sure are beautiful,” I murmur.

“And expensive,” Shandy comments.

There is a card amongst the blooms, so I pick it out and open it.

This is to start a new slate.

I would like to meet my son.

With a quick shake of my head, I drop the card to the floor.

That’s a no.

No way.

Never ever!

Who does he think he is? He can’t send me flowers and expect to see his son.

Anderson is not a good man. He hurt Rylee—almost killed her. And threatened to take Oliver away before I had even given birth to him.

Flowers don’t make up for things like that. Not at all.

Prison couldn’t have changed him that much in such a short time.

“If you plan to throw them away, can I have them?” Shandy asks, staring at me.

I pick them up and hand them to her. “They’re all yours.”

She smiles. “Thanks. I had a date Sunday and have another tonight. She’s going to love these.”

“Glad I could assist,” I say as I sit back down.

“Jacinta.”

“Hmm?” I look up at Shandy, and her eyes fall to his office behind me. “You’re doing okay, right?”

“I’m fine, really.”

She nods, happy with my words, and walks off.

I don’t see Beckham the rest of the day, which is actually surprisingly hard since he is my boss. When I leave, I don’t even bother saying goodbye. I pick up Oliver and go straight to my house. As soon as I close the car door and Oliver runs inside, I see Anderson again. No car this time, just walking down the street.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I tell him.

He looks me over, and I feel dirty. Filthy.

“My mother is asking about him now.”

“Your mother agreed to no contact,” I say, which makes him grind his teeth.

“She doesn’t agree anymore.”

“It doesn’t matter. She isn’t his mother,” I bite back.

“No, but she is his grandmother. Did you get my flowers?”

I look back over my shoulder to see Oliver is standing at the door. Anderson notices the direction of my stare and then looks

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