Page 14 of Peaches

“I heard what you said, Ms. Presley,” I interject before she can finish and open my eyes. “What I want to know is, what do you mean?”

“This,” she gestures between the two of us. “Are we done?”

Hell, I could never be done with her. It’s the one fact that frightens every last part of my damned soul.

“The back and forth,” she says with a roll of the eyes. “The power struggle between big bad new alphamaleboss and, oh,” her voice heightens, and she talks like a Disney princess as she rolls her big, beautiful blue eyes and says, “thepoor little female employee, forced to bow down and take itUp. The. Ass!”

Her voice returns to normal and thunders loud between us as she looks me in the eyes and mine instantly widen.

Why the little…

My cock stands at almost full attention as I get off on her smart mouth and sassy attitude. Ruined. I’m fucking ruined. Habit formed already. And she doesn’t even know it.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Mr. Beckett,” she sternly says as she rises from her seat and takes a few steps to meet me in the middle of the room.

“I’m in control of my own life. ME. Not you. I control the words in my manuscript just like I control the onesright nowcoming out of my mouth. You. Will. Not. Own. Me. A fact that undoubtably is somethingwewill never agree upon. So, coming now full circle, what is it you said, in the interest of saving time,yours and mine, I will gladly find my way to the door and let it hit me where you’ll never get anywhere close to touching. My big fatjuicyass that you can kiss once I reach the top and you’ve finally realized what it is you just lost!”

Turning on her heels, it’s my turn for my mouth to fall open as she stomps to the door and leaves me absolutely breathless! Fucking turned on more than I have ever been in my whole entire life and figuratively choking on each and every word that fell from her perfect, sweet, yet sinful lips.

When she reaches the door, she turns and looks at me. “Enjoy the view of me walking away because it’s the last time you’ll ever see me again,Brett!You can bet your fine,”Slap!Yes, she did Ladies and Gentlemen! She just slapped that perfectjuicyass right in front of me and I felt it all the way to my stone cold heart, figuratively speaking. “Ass on that, Mr. Not So Perfect After All!”

Grabbing the door handle, she gives me one last hateful look and pulls it open. Like a foreboding chill that comes in on that open door’s breeze, I shiver as I watch her walk through it and out of Beckett Enterprises.

What the actual…

My phone rings in my pocket and startles me out of my trance. With my mouth still hung open, I pull it free and hit accept without looking at caller ID.

“Brett Beckett,” I answer, my mind still reeling from what just happened and my soul suddenly feeling a void, a sting, I never want it to feel again.

“Son!” I hear my father angrily reply.

Shit!

This is the last thing I need. First, this morning’s tidal wave that messed up my entire day. Second, seeing Peaches… err Grace… just walk out the door, third, finally being forced to have a conversation withThe General,I thought I could at least avoid this until seven o’clock tonight, and well after I’ve had at least one or two ample pours of whiskey straight. This just puts the nail in my already full coffin.

Triple shit!

“It’s time we have a little chat, don’t you agree?” my father angrily exhales.

Make that shit times four!

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GRACE

Kill him!

I could’ve!

Iswearit!

Right where his beautiful cocky self stood.

I should’ve!

What’s more, I know I should've!

The world would be a sunnier place without the “I rule it and it’s mine” power struggle of Brett Beckett.

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