Page 114 of Pandora's Pleasure
“What are you talking about?”
“You for a seat at the table. I’m just taking what’s ours.”
“The last I heard my father wasn’t in the running anymore.”
“I know Damien is doing what he can to deal with that dumpster fire.”
“He is?” It came out wistful.
He clutched my jaw. “Anything to get you to open your legs.”
My face twisted in disgust, his touch causing sickness to roil in my stomach.
His lips snarled in a rebuke. “Those photos of you were something else.” He dug his fingernails into my jaw.
“What?”
“You didn’t see yourself inThe Inquirer?”
My breath caught in my throat as the door flew open.
Damien barreled toward us and grabbed his brother by the scruff of the neck, yanking him back and thrusting him up against the door.
He pointed a finger in his face. “If you ever touch my fiancée again, I’ll end you.”
Carter smirked. “You don’t even like her.”
“That’s not true.”
“Really? I was there when you stormed into Dad’s office and demanded a way out of your engagement.”
“Asshole. That was before I’d met her.”
“I’m the asshole?” He scoffed. “You’re the one who was sent away to fix the mess you made.Twoweeks before the election.”
Damien glanced my way. “The issue’s resolved.”
“She’s an issue?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Carter shoved him back. “What I’m hearing is there’s no sharing your bitch?”
The strike of Damien’s fist into his stomach made Carter double over.
“If you come within one mile of my girlfriend—”
“Which one?” Carter gasped, his hand on his stomach. “So hard to keep up with them all.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Damien stepped back. “You’re a sociopath.”
“They always did say I take after Dad.”
“That’s not a compliment.”
“Well, the last time I checked he’s about to become President.”
“He’s just waiting for you to fuck it up, Carter.”
