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“Kent, I swear ” I say, all in a rush. “I had no idea I did not plan this ”
“Give me your phone,” Kent commands, interrupting me, apparently having no interest in what I’m saying. I nod quickly and rush to my desk, grabbing the phone he gave me off of it and handing it to him. Kent glances at it and then tosses it on the bed, glaring at me. “Your other phone, Fay,” he demands, his voice starting to get angry.
I purse my lips together, a little frustrated, and then nod. I kneel down and open the bottom door of my desk, pulling out the burner phone Janeen gave me. I glance at it, seeing that I have several unread messages. I start to open them but Kent grabs the phone out of my hand.
“Hey!” I protest, but he just flicks his eyes at me once, annoyed, and then ignores me, opening the messages and reading through them. I cross my arms over my chest as I stand up, angry at Kent for not letting me have privacy, but then also angry at myself for thinking he would. And then again for thinking that I was clever enough to have a second phone without him knowing about it.
“What the boy says checks out,” Kent says, tossing the phone onto the bed with the other one and then turning to glare at me. “You didn’t plan this?”
“I swear,” I say, pressing a hand to my chest. “I didn’t know anything about this you didn’t either? Usually my dad would call you to like…ask permission or something.”
“My last phone call with your father didn’t go well,” Kent says, looking away from me and clenching his jaw. I blink in surprise, thinking that the last phone call was when…well, when my father called to tell Kent that I’m a spoiled, ungrateful whore. But Kent was calm and collected when I saw him later that afternoon I had assumed…
“Are things…okay? Between you two? Between the families?”
“That’s not your concern,” Kent replies rigidly, turning to meet my eyes again, his expression harsh. I huff a little laugh, opening my mouth to say that it very much is my concern, considering I’m the one stuck between these two families, but he continues on.
“Well?” Kent asks. “Do you want to go?”
I freeze and stare at him, my eyes wide, wondering if this is some kind of trick question. “Do…I want to go?”
“That’s what I asked you, Fay,” Kent snaps. “Don’t play stupid now, we both know you’re not.”
I don’t let his tone phase me, I’m used to it by now, and instead simply stare at Kent, trying to figure out what the hell I’m supposed to do now. Because part of me a big part of me just wants to go to bed right now, to curl up in the dark and give myself a minute to contemplate this insane day.
And another part of me well, another part…likes Ivan. Likes the idea of him standing downstairs, all handsome and cocky, waiting to take me away. The dangerous part of me which I am now starting to realize is more powerful than I thought it was really wants to see what Ivan has in mind for the evening.
But still another part…
I look at Kent, then, and suddenly all I want him to do is to wrap his arms around me and tell me not to go. To pick me up, and carry me downstairs, and tell Ivan to fuck off, and then take me to his bed wherever that is in the house and lay me down in his sheets and
“What do you want me to do?” I hear myself ask, my words tentative.
Then I hold my breath, wanting his answer. Needing it.
I see Kent’s minds moving as he studies me. I see him take a deep breath in through his nose and then sigh, shaking his head a little.
“I need you to go, Fay,” he says, his voice a little…rueful? I don’t know. I can’t parse it. “I’m cut off from intel about your father right now, all my men are, and…things are getting complicated. It’s bigger than me and Alden there’s a rift starting between all of the families…” Kent sighs and scrapes his hand over his face from top to bottom. “If you went, Fay, you could try to discern the sentiment. That would be helpful.”
I stare at Kent, shocked that he has such a business-like reply, that his motives for wanting me to go or stay have absolutely nothing to do with…us. With this afternoon. With whatever our personal relationship is.
And then I remember that we have two contracts. And that one of those contracts was to be a mistress, but the other and frankly, the more lucrative one was to be his spy. So quickly, I nod. I wonder if he can see the disappointment on my face before I replace it with a little smile. “Sure, Kent,” I say. “If that’s what you want.”
He studies me for a moment and then steps closer, taking me by the hand and pulling me against him. “Remember that this is a business trip, Fay,” he growls, close enough that I feel his lips move against mine. “I absolutely forbid you to enjoy yourself.”
I feel a little laugh ripple though me as I tilt my head up, meeting his eyes. “Whatever you say, boss.”
Twenty minutes later, Fay slips out of her room, dragging a little powder-blue wheeled suitcase behind her, dressed in a casual white tennis skirt and an oversized varsity sweater that Kent picked out for her before he left her room.
At the bottom of the stairs, both Ivan and Kent watch her descend. They’ve been there the whole time, waiting. They didn’t say a word to each other.
“‘Bout time, gorgeous,” Ivan says with a smile, coming forward and reaching out a hand to help Fay down the last few steps. She beams at him.
“Oh, come on,” she replies, wrinkling her nose playfully. “I’m worth the wait.”
Kent feels fury build in him as he forces himself to watch the exchange. He wants nothing more than to step forward and punch that satisfied smirk right off of Ivan’s face as he looks Fay over from head to foot. But Kent does nothing, doesn’t move at all, burying the desire deep inside. It’s not worth it.
There’s the creak of a door, then, and Ivan, Kent, and Fay all turn towards the kitchen as Daniel comes into the hall, taking a big bite of the sandwich in his hand, his mind clearly elsewhere. Daniel stops in his tracks when he sees them all staring at him and slowly swallows his bite. “What’s…going on?” he asks, wary.
“Hey Daniel,” Ivan calls, raising his chin to him, not letting go of Fay’s hand. “Nice to see you again.”
“Daniel, come here,” Kent commands, not giving Daniel a chance to respond. “Come say goodbye to your fiancé. She’s off for a little…trip.”
Both Daniel and Fay raise their eyebrows at Kent’s use of that word, Ivan looking between them, but Kent ignores them all. He has his own reasons. Daniel crosses to the unlikely group, his eyes on Fay.
“Where you going?” Daniel asks with a confused frown.
“Away for the night,” she replies, attempting a little smile. “It’s a…surprise?”
“With Ivan?” Daniel pushes, starting to get mad and moving to stand next to his father. Fay shrugs and nods a little. Daniel glares at them all. “Why!?” Daniel demands, his voice angry.
Kent expertly changes the direction of the conversation, though, snapping his fingers towards the open doors of his office. Two men come out, backpacks slung over their own shoulders. “These men are Fay’s body guards,” Kent explains, his words directed at Ivan. “I’m sure you can accommodate them.”
“Sure,” Ivan says, unphased. “We’ve got plenty of room. Hey guys.” He lifts his chin towards each of them in a friendly greeting. Kent notes the little smile that forms on Fay’s face as she watches Ivan, pleased, apparently, at his ability to meet Kent’s demands with a cool head.
Kent nudges Daniel hard in the arm. “Say goodbye to your girl, Daniel. I’m sure she’ll miss not having you so close by tonight.”
Daniel glares at his dad a little and then, sandwich still in hand, goes to wrap Fay in an awkward hug, his sandwich getting dangerously close to her hair. “Have fun, Fay,” he says blandly, clearly not meaning it and giving Ivan a bitter little glare over her shoulder.
“See ya, Daniel!” Fay says cheerfully, giving him a squeeze and then letting him go. Ivan smirks at both of them, not missing that there was no good-bye kiss. Kent grits his teeth at his son’s inability to read the room. As Ivan moves to open the front door, Kent moves to Fay’s side, partially wanting to cover for Daniel’s mistake and partially wanting…well.
“Have a nice time, Fay,” he half murmurs, half growls, placing a hand on her waist to pull her to his side. Then, he places a fatherly kiss on her forehead.
As Kent pulls away, Fay looks into his eyes, disbelief and irony written all over her face. She shakes her head at him while Ivan’s back turned. “Sure thing, daddy,” she whispers, taking the opportunity to fist a hand in his shirt and pull him hard against her. “Don’t miss me too much.”
She gives him a look, then, that twists Kent stomach and sends all his blood rushing for his cock. But before he can respond, she’s let him go and is moving through the door, not even looking over her shoulder as she leaves, the guards following after her. When Fay takes Ivan’s hand and smiles up at him as they walk down the front steps, Kent grits his teeth and slams the door behind her.
He takes a moment to collect himself, breathing hard, and then turns towards his office to see…
Daniel, standing there, his expression a little scandalized. “You okay, dad?” Daniel asks slowly.
Kent says nothing, just turns and storms into his office, slamming that door as well.
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“So, where are we off to?” I ask, eagerly smiling as I buckle my seatbelt in the front of his car. But while I was expecting words, Ivan’s response is to place a gentle hand on my cheek, turning my face to him.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asks, searching my face. “That was…intense in there. Weird.”
I melt a little, looking into his pretty grey eyes, and nod my head. “It’s…always weird in there. Casa Lippert is a strange place.”