Page 7 of On Your Knees

I chuckle. “You know my rules.”

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t shit where you eat. You could always trade me to Ridge.”

“In your dreams. Now get back to work. I’ll be in my office if you need me.”

I leave Eliott and head into my office, loosening my tie and slipping off the stupid-ass shoes Ridge brought me—I only wear them to make him happy. If it was up to me, I would wear my converse. Flopping down into my chair, I go through the messages and push them aside. None are overly important and can wait. It’s all target audiences, pricing models, developers, blah blah blah. I’m not feeling it today, not when I know there is a feisty blonde waiting in my house.

Pulling up our home security footage, I flick through the rooms, finding her in the games room. Isnort when I see her playing some shooting game, turning up the volume to listen.

“Oh, boo-hoo. Rage quit, you little loser.”

She cackles to herself, and I watch as she takes out the others with ease one by one. “Be careful talking that much shit, boy. I will come over there and fuck your dad and become your new stepmom. Oh, he’s dead? Well, I’ll fuck your mom.”

I snort. This girl is something else.

“Come on, Dark Soul, I thought you had my back. You and I could be good friends... Fine, I promise I won’t fuck your dad. If you help me win, I’ll fuck you instead.”

I can’t help myself, bringing up the home app on my phone. “You really shouldn’t fuck strangers from the internet.”

Her head whips to the side. “But I should fuck strangers who trap me in their death cars instead?” I see her brow raise. “Fuck. Good save, I’m so fucking you now.”

I jot down this asshole’s username. “Why would you not want to fuck me? I have an enormous cock.”

She doesn’t turn, instead concentrating on playing her game. “The size of the boat doesn’t matter. It’s the motion of the ocean that counts.”

I snort. “Let’s see if you still believe that when I’m ruining your pussy and you’re screaming my name.”

“Why would I want you to ruin my pussy? I like it just the way it is.”

“Uh-huh, we’ll see. I’ll be home around six—would you like to grab dinner with me?”

“Can’t,” she throws back. “I’ve got work, but how do I get back inside once I leave?”

I smirk. “I’ll have Ronny give you a swipe card and the codes. She should be there soon.”

“And who is Ronny exactly?” she asks.

“Only the best woman in the world. She cleans, cooks, and does the laundry. She knows you’re there; she washed your clothes last night. Anything you need, just let her know.”

“I’m a big girl, and I can buy my own things. The room is more than enough.”

I’m not worried about her online safety—she doesn’t know it, but our gaming system is hooked up to state-of-the-art security. Her voice won’t sound like her own, so if she picked a female character, others will hear a generic female voice. Shutting off the cameras, I pick up my phone and dial a man who is worth exactly the obscene amount we pay him—Ryker Maddox, our hacker. Ridge wouldn’t give him that title because hacking is illegal, but that is basically what he does.

“Zeland,” he answers the call. “What can I do for you?”

“I need you to find me some information.”

“Do you have names this time, or just a seedy picture from a nightclub?”

I laugh at him. “That was once, and she had nice tits. I have a first name, Aspen?—”

“Ahh, the little blonde staying at your house. Ridgealready called last night. I sent him the file this morning. Did you want me to send it to you too?”

“Yes, and I also want some information on a gamer named capital X, little x, DarkSoul01, all one word and then little x and capital X.”

“Done. Give me a few hours and I will email it to you.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Send the invoice when you’re ready.”

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