Page 71 of Entwined

CHRISTOS

“GRANTHAM?” I’M SURPRISED to see the young up and coming aristocrat phoning me.

“Devillo.”

I get straight to the point. “Why are you calling?”

“I thought you might want to know that the woman you spent the night with in Paris has been at Trojan Horse. Several nights a week.”

My fists clench. Jessie? At Alex’s sex club and he didn’t tell me?

“Why do you think I care?”

“For the same reasons I do. I can’t get that girl, Jecca, out of my mind. Jessie is making her go.”

“Ah. I see. You want me to intervene.”

“Precisely.”

“Force Jecca to stop going.”

‘I can’t. She’s not my sub.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t get into it.”

“I see. I’ll handle it. But I’ll need a check for my charitable foundation.”

“Bloody hell. How much?”

“Five-hundred-thousand pounds.”

“Fine.” He hangs up.

Fucking Alex. I’m going to wring that pencil-dick’s neck. But it’ll have to wait. I have one more dragon to slay before I fly back to London and turn her over my knee.

Fuck.

I hiss feeling my length swell as my eyes shut and I remember the smooth globes of her ass and remember the red imprint of my hand on it after the last time she disobeyed me.

“Christos?”

Nicole knocks, entering my study.

“It’s time.”

“I thought you might say that. I already booked a flight back to New York.”

I hit send on the email already written up on my screen. “My reference letter is already in your inbox, should you choose to seek work elsewhere.”

“I think I might. I loved working with you—the foundation has done so much for so many. But I miss New York. I miss my friends.”

“I understand. Being head of the foundation requires a fair amount of travel.”

“You’re not upset?”

“On the contrary. I want you to be happy Nicole.”

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