Page 64 of Jealous Boss

With my hands and my eyes and my cock and her tight, addictive pussy. But as my eyes flicker to her again, I realize I’ve also been reckless with her emotions. Maybe even her heart.

The door slams behind us with Pia on the outside. I barely hold back an infuriated growl at that as he spins on me.

“You fucking son of a bitch.”

I deserve that. “Philip, I can explain?—”

“Did you think I wouldn’t hear about it?” His voice is a roar now, slamming into me like fists. “That I wouldn’t come back early to see it for myself? Of all the women… And forget the fact that she’s your intern, she’s also my fucking niece! Are you out of your mind?”

I step forward. “She’s not just an intern?—”

“Save it, Villiers. Jesus Christ.” He runs a hand down his face, pacing like a man who’s two seconds from exploding. “I trusted you. You were supposed to protect her. Look out for her. Not make her your next fucking conquest—” He breaks off, chest heaving.

“She’s not just a conquest.” The words slip out before I can stop them.

Philip freezes. Turns. “What?”

I swallow hard. “I didn’t plan it. But she means… something to me.”

He stares at me for a long moment. And then—he laughs. Low. Bitter. A sound that slices through me worse than yelling.

“Wow,” he says. “Something?I’ve watched you negotiate impossible, cutthroat deals and yet you can’t define what you’ve been doing with my niece beyondsomething? You really think that makes it better, don’t you?”

“Fine. I don’t know what it is yet, but that doesn’t make it not real,” I offer, cringing at the undertone of pleading in my voice.

He moves toward me, jaw locked. “Are you seriously telling me you want to play house with a twenty-year-old girl? You think I was born yesterday?”

“I think you should take a beat and hear me out.” Even though I have zero idea how to fix this. How to put the terrifying emotions in my chest into words.

“Bullshit. You’re saying this so I can un-fuck your life and your prospects. Hell, you might even have had the harebrained idea of using her to make sure you get what you want. Either way, it’s not going to fly. I’m not dragging my firm’s reputation through the mud.”

I feel it before he even says it. The whistling silence before the bullet train skids off its rails, the calm before the crashing roar of my life plowing into a concrete wall at four hundred miles an hour.

“What the fuck are you saying, Philip?” I ask through numb lips.

“I’m saying the deal we had about you being named partner? That is so far off the table it might as well be in Siberia.”

Icy rage builds in my veins. “You won’t fucking dare. I will sue your ass into next millennia?—”

“You can try. And you’ll find out that this old dog still has some bite. You made your bed, son.” His eyes flash. “Now lie in it. But you lie in it alone, because if you come within one foot of Pia, I’ll end you.”

Then he’s gone. The door slams behind him so hard the glass rattles.

I don’t breathe. I can’t.

For a second, all I hear is silence. The ringing in my ears. Then the roar comes. It arrives with crushing pressure in my chest.

I look out the glass wall of my office.

And there’s Pia.

Still standing in the hall. Arms crossed, tears falling freely now.

Fuck. She heard everything. Including my floundering on exactly what she means to me.

I should go to her. Hold her. Tell her it’s going to be okay.

But I’m rooted to the spot. I can’t move. Not right now. Not when I can’t see straight. Not when everything I’ve worked for just crumbled to dust because I couldn’t keep my hands off her.

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