Page 67 of Stolen Sun

She turns her glare to Jessica, and says, “We always said we’d move to Tennessee. Right,Dec?”

“Tennessee it is,” I confirm.

Jessica coughs and stares at me. “I’m sorry. Who are you?” She asks Noel.

“Jessica, I don’t want to screw you out of this commission or violate our contract, but this isn’t going to work for us. I’ll pay you the commission on the Tennessee property right now, and you go straight to your office to tear up my contract.”

She hesitates, glaring at me.

“Offer expires in three,” I urge.

She needs to get the fuck out of my office before Noel loses her shit. Her nails are already threatening to break the skin as her grip tightens around my thighs.

“Fine,” she snaps.

Keeping my arm firmly around Noel’s waist, I lean forward to pull my checkbook from the desk drawer. I rip the check out and hold it up. Noel gently holds my hand as she takes the check from me and stands. Reluctantly, I let her up.

“Here you go. I’m sure you earned it in more ways than one,” Noel tells Jessica as she holds out the check.

Jessica’s jaw drops. Zander chuckles. She quickly closes her mouth and glares at him then me. I stare back–she has herself to blame. She huffs, grabs her bag, and leaves without another word or the check.

As soon as the door slams shut, Noel turns on me.

“Zander,” I sigh, dismissing him.

“Yep,” he agrees and leaves.

She doesn’t speak even though we’re alone, so I start for her.

“I would’ve warned you if I had not forgotten about that meeting, Noel,” I explain.

“How long ago did you sleep with her?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I take a deep breath. “I haven’t touched anyone since Nate’s accident. Before that, I don’t remember exactly, maybe a week or two.” Her face is unreadable.

I haven’t seen Jessica in over six months. It’s fucking ridiculous that she’d act that way.

“Why would you continue to work with her?”

“I signed a contract that I wouldn’t work with other realtors,” I state, taking her hands in mine.

“Okay,” she replies.

“Okay?” I ask, confused.

“You get a pass. This one time. And only because you fired her before I asked you to,” she says, stepping toward me.

“It won’t happen again,” I promise.

“So no more associates who are also past fuck buddies I should know about?” She asks for clarification.

“Most of my associates are men,” I deadpan.

“I don’t know what all you’re into these days,” she says, pressing her perfect little body into me.

“Oh, but you’re going to find out,” I whisper into her chest before I bite down on her perky tit, shirt and all.

Chapter eighteen

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