Page 11 of Brutal Bond

Not bright.

I hear her words, but the majority of my focus is currently down the gaping neckline of her shirt. Diverting my eyes from her pert tits, I meet her eyes and blurt out, “What?”

“The expansion,” she repeats herself as she makes her way to her desk across from mine. “Are you trying to figure out where you plan to put everything?”

I know exactly where I want to put something.

“They will be,” I let out a light, annoyed sigh, “once I manage to take care of a little issue holding things up.”

Trying to distract myself, I figure it’s finally late enough to text Grant. He had left the party by the time I finished with Harper and the blondes, and it’s not like him to leave early like that. Plus, Liz vaguely mentioned that he stormed off, almost leaving his cute little blonde plaything behind.

Where the fuck did you run off to last night?

I’m reaching out to that feisty little redhead from last night. She took my flogger like a fucking champ. Even took my cock in her ass and being suffocated from her face being buried in some little blonde bitch’s ass.

You would like her.

GRANT

You’ll tire of her.

Eventually, we all do.

And?

When I do, I’ll get rid of her and replace her with someone else.

What’s going on with you?

Liz made it sound like shit got weird but didn’t elaborate?

You at the model today?

What the fuck?

Just answer the question.

Of all of us, Grant definitely keeps his cards closest to his chest. The only way you’ll ever know what’s going on with him or what he’s thinking is if he tells you.

Yeah, The Preserves. Trying to fuck this new agent I’ve got working for me.

Thank fucking God you aren’t Samuel.

I prefer my women screaming voluntarily.

Maybe a little involuntarily, but not in the same ways as Samuel.

I just went for a run. I’ll meet you over there in about an hour.

Maybe two.

Closing our conversation, I’m about to place the phone on my desk when I decide to reach out to the redhead. Liz reluctantly gave me her number last night, knowing that I would just get Grant to find it for me if she didn’t pass it on. I grab the paper from my desk and key it into my phone to send her a good morning text.

Good morning.

How’s my dirty little pain slut feeling this morning?

I’m about to put my phone down when a reply pops up.

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