Page 11 of Convenient Rivals

Gregory felt his face heat at the affectionate word, even though it hadn’t been meant in that way. They both took their seats.

“I just wanted to check up on you after yesterday.”

“Yesterday?”

“You seemed pretty upset when you left, and Barty was in a foul mood for the rest of the day. I assumed something happened between you two.”

“And you’re here to get the gossip for your mother.”

“No, I’m here to check on you. I know he asked you for money.”

“How do you know that?”

“I didn’t, but I do now.”

Gregory jumped up. “Get out!”

“Hit a nerve, have I?”

“Why are you here interfering in my private business? Isn’t it bad enough that you made my life miserable for years at school? Now you’re here in my office, stirring up shit.”

Oscar seemed taken aback for a second, probably because he’d never seen Gregory lose his cool before. The odd snarky comment was one thing, but he’d been full-on shouting at him. There was no way people in the office hadn’t heard him. Oscar stood up, towering over him, but Gregory wouldn’t be intimidated.

“Look, I didn’t come here to upset you. I just wanted to give you the full picture. Barty’s in some serious shit.”

“What do you mean?”

“How much did he tap you for?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“I’m trying to help here, Gregory.”

“Quarter of a million.”

“What the fuck? I’d heard it was bad, but not that bad. Do you even have that kind of money?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s a lot of money to just have lying around, is what I’m saying. Even I couldn’t pull that together quickly.”

“And your wallet’s bigger than mine, got it.”

Oscar groaned in frustration, throwing his hands in the air as he walked away, pacing round the office.

“This isn’t about measuring dick sizes, Gregory. And besides, I’d have you beat there.”

“Someone’s being presumptuous,” he snapped back.

The flash of heat in Oscar’s eyes was unmistakable, and Gregory felt his dick swell in his jeans. Thankfully, he wasn’t wearing his business trousers. They wouldn’t have been able to hide anything. Gregory took his seat again, hoping it would bring his heart rate down. The tension in the room was palpable, and he wasn’t sure why. Gregory had hated this man for years, but his dick had clearly not read his lengthy thesis on why Oscar Montgomery was a twat.

“Have you heard of Grant Kincaid?” asked Oscar.

Gregory’s head snapped up. He’d definitely heard that name.

“What has he got to do with this?”

“That’s who Barty owes the money to.”

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