Page 188 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

Matt fought a smile, he tried; but it won out in the end and it was beautiful. He was still so beautiful to look at.

“I know,” he said then tugged at his tie, only to stop moments later when he realised what he was doing. Under lowered lashes, I watched as he picked up the paper before ambling in my direction. Matt brushed pass me to open the door and drawled with an edge of familiar teasing, “I assumed you’d be less than pleased to hear from me once you’d had chance to-”

“Not talking about it.” I interrupted quickly as I walked through the open door. “It never happened.”

“It did.” he murmured behind me.

I turned around with one hand on my hip, and the grin he bestowed on me made the butterflies surge in my tummy. Oh, why was it so easy being around him? Why was he so blinded to the truth?

“I had every intention of killing you today.” I said with a frown.

Matt regarded the security guards who suddenly flanked me. “She’s joking. Escort my wife out the building. ”

“In writing, Matt.” I reminded him as one security guard moved back to gesture me forward with a stern look and an outstretchedhand. “And make sure there are women in your next board meeting. We do make up 50% of the population, in case it slipped your notice.”

“Ensure the security pass is taken off her also.” Matt warned. “One can never be too sure these days.”

I flipped him a demonstrative finger and stalked off with the beefy guards watching my every move. I’d probably be blacklisted from entering this building. I missed him. Damn it.

He had promised to put her first. Had she thought the same thing also? Matt was man enough to admit his personal failings, on a self-aware basis that is. And he did acknowledge that his behaviour towards his sometimes sweetly irrational wife during their short marriage could have been better…much better, in fact.

Sometimes irrational? A tiny smile ghosted over his lips. She was completely bonkers, and he missed dealing with her particularly amusing brand of crazy. Not enough to forgive her infidelity though. The small smile died on his lips as Adam spun his chair around to face him. Matt had barged into his brother’s office only moments ago.

“Are you having a laugh?” Matt growled, flinging the paper atop Adam’s large oak desk. “This is the level you’ve sunk to?”

Adam reached over his desk to retrieve the paper. He cast a cursory look over it and did nothing to hide the smirk stretching across his face. “I have no idea what you’re on about.” Adam leaned back in his chair, lazily wafting the evidence of his treachery around like a fan.

Matt scoffed in disbelief. “So you didn’t engineer the payment of my soon-to-be-ex-wife’s mortgage balance on her building premises? It’s quite obvious to me you’re the one behind this.”

Adam shrugged his shoulders, the smirk still hovered across his mouth. “Come on, Matty. You know I don’t usually interfere with the property acquisitions branch of our empire.” He snuck a fleeting look at the paper again. “It doesn’t actually state the party who cleared this balance. Perhaps it was a wealthy benefactor giving back to the local community. Isn’t her business premises Grade listed?” He blinked slowly. “Greenwich is a lovely, historical area, and thepeninsula is ripe for residential development. Perhaps someone-”

“Piss off, Adam! You know her building isn’t on Greenwich Peninsula. What are you doing?”

Adam tossed the paper aside and sat up in his imposing chair. “Looking out for you. Seeing as you’re still too bloody love-struck to do it yourself. Besides, it gives me quite a delightful feeling thinking how terrified she must be right now.” He rose to his feet. “Worried about what this all means. Did you see her face when she interrupted our meeting? Priceless.”

Matt began to pace in front the desk. “What are you doing? This could bite us in the arse-”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Adam snorted. “Everything was done above board. Technically it’s in her name-”

“Did you use corporate funds to wage this vendetta?” Matt fumed.

“Vendetta? That’s a bit of an exaggeration. Listen, however you come at this, it works in your favour and I’ve ensured there’s a perfectly legal audit trail from our end.” Again Adam gave a nonchalant shrug as his words trailed off.

Matt exhaled loudly, frustrated at his brother’s misguided actions. “This doesn’t concern you. Leave her alone.”

“The hell I will.” Adam groused. He moved around his desk, strides jerky with anger. “Doesn’t concern me? Did she sign a bloody pre-nup? No! Do you think I’m going to allow my only brother to get taken to the cleaners? It’s as if she’s your weak spot, Matt. You’re bloody weak where it concerns her, damn it.”

“So you gift her millions by clearing the balance on her business mortgage?” Matt’s scathing tone had no effect on Adam.

“A few paltry millions,” Adam sneered. “That’s nothing in comparison to what shecouldget with the right solicitor.”

Matt checked the urge to throttle his brother. “She’s not that sort of person. It was never about the money with her. Hell, she hasn’t even got representation as yet.”

Adam laughed. There was no humour on his face. “Not now maybe, but from the moment it’s publicly confirmed you two are getting a divorce, hmph, there’ll be no end of law firms eager to have her as a client. A good solicitor could get her more than a few millions. She didn’t sign a fucking prenuptial or postnuptial agreement. How could you let that slide? Was shethatgood a shag?”

“Adam,” Matt came to a stop in front his brother, bristling in angerover his insults. “It’s none of your business. Leave her alone. I. Will. Handle. This.”

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