Page 8 of Counting On You

“I think it might be understandable,” Chase says. “You didn’t go a day without sex in the past year.”

“That’s because I want to reach my goal.”

Chase shakes his head. “You are at the top of the world right now, Kade. The company has never done so well and you want to throw it all away. For what? For some fun? Why don’t you give it a break for a few weeks?” His eyes narrow at my viperous glance. “Days, then?”

“Are you asking me to break a promise?”

“A pointless promise you made to yourself? Yes, I am.” He regards me for a few seconds, his anger visible in the way his fingers clutch at the glass. “Just do it, bro. How you do it, when you do it, with whom, it’s none of my business. Lie your way through. I don’t care. Honestly, I just want to see your ass at the rehab center tomorrow.”

The door opens.

We both look up at my new assistant, Miranda, striding in, a folder tucked beneath her arm. Her hair is piled high on her head, and she’s wearing a sexy dress.

“Oh, sorry,” she says. “I thought the conference room was empty.”

Chase gives her a short nod of his head. “That’s fine. We were about to finish up anyway.”

She drops an easygoing smile. Her entire posture is nervous, as if it was her first day, even though Miranda has been working for me for three months now. I understand her nervousness, but I also think she has a bit of a crush on me.

I wink at her, which earns me a strange glance from Chase.

“Can I bring you anything?” she asks.

“We’re fine,” Chase says.

“Actually, I’d love some coffee.”

Chase shoots me a warning glance, which I shrug off.

“Coming right up.” Miranda leaves, closing the door behind her.

“Seriously?” Chase mumbles.

“What?”

“You haven’t even started therapy yet.”

“I never said I would.” I shrug my shoulders. “Jesus. It’s just coffee. I wasn’t planning on fucking her while sipping it.”

He shakes his head again then gets up, grabbing his jacket in the progress. He lifts his briefcase, hesitating. “Tomorrow, Kade. You’re taking the private jet tonight.”

With that, he storms out, leaving me alone.

I pour myself another glass of whisky, nursing it slowly.

Why can’t the damn therapy start in three days so I get to finish what I’ve been working so hard to complete for a full year?

Would it count if I fucked three ladies today rather than one a day?

I grab my glass and walk over to the window. Below me, people are swarming like ants. I don’t turn around as the door behind me opens, the click clack of high heels following the enticing scent of fresh coffee.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Miranda asks.

I turn around and regard her with the kind of smile I know will melt her panties in a heartbeat. “As a matter of fact, there is. Would you care to join me for lunch?”

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