Page 4 of One Taste
Madison’s face softens, and I watch my sister switch gears from business to family, melting into the loving person she is. “I’m sorry about this.” She looks at the floor in defeat before letting out a small sniffle.
Fuck me.She can’t do this. She knows I hate when she cries. It’s her go-to when she wants me to do whatever it is she wants.
I move closer to her and place my hand on her shoulder. “It’s not your fault, but it doesn’t mean I’m okay with this.”
She stares at me less angry. Her expression is almost pleading as if she’s begging me not to make this any harder than it has to be on her.
“I don’t want to do this to my brother, Sebastian, but we have no other choice. If you were any other employee, we would have fired you a long time ago. It’s either we fix this image issue now or let these assholes drag the company’s name through the mud. It’s not permanent.”
Her eyeswater, and I groan internally. “You’re my other half,” she whispers. “If I had any other choice, I’d choose it in a heartbeat.”
I crumble like a cookie wanting all the emotion to end. It’s not like I’m going to get out of this situation if I stand here and continue to argue. My dad is heading this decision, not Madison. “He better not be a dickhead. If he tries ordering me around, we’re going to have a problem. He better not bring his girlfriend, wife, or side piece around, either. If I have to keep my dick in my pants, so does he or I can’t be held accountable for my actions,” I tease with a waggle of my eyebrows.
“Sebastian!” she screeches loud enough to shatter the windows.
The look on her face is priceless. I laugh so hard tears well in my eyes. “I’m kidding!”
“You’re not! I know you, dammit!”
A smug grin tips my lips up. “I promise not to touch any of the women in his life in this office.”
She breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”
I guide her toward the door, needing her out of my office, and just before I shove her out into the corridor, I smirk at knowing I’m, at least, going to get the last word. “I saidinthe office. Outside the office is still fair game!”
I hear my sister shouting my name as I close the door on her, but I don’t care.
Fuck this.
Fuck the douches who think getting laid affects my ability to do my job.
Fuck the asshole about to become the boss ofmy company.
I will make his life a living hell. That way when he fails this company, I’ll be there to pick up the pieces and prove to everyone that no one can do this job better than me.
Sebastian
“You suck more than usualtoday,” my best friend, Jaxon Walker, says as he checks the ball back to me.
“Yeah, yeah,” I grumble, moving past him and toward the hoop.
Jax comes barreling at me, and I’m so off my fucking game,he steals the ball right out of my hands.Dammit.
“What’s going on with you, Brooks?”
Jax has called me Brooks instead of Sebastian since kindergarten.When we met our first day at the elite Collegiate School, he told me Sebastian was a stupid name and hard to say, so hewouldn't call me that. Apparently, my last name was cooler and easier for a five-year-old to say. I liked it better thanSebby, which Madison called me until we were ten.
“Oh, you didn’t hear the news?” I ask with snark.
“I can’t say I have,man.”
My tone is sarcastic and laced with anger. “You must be the first. It seems everyone knows about everything I do, including where and with whom.”
Jax stops dribbling the ball, and his brow raises in curiosity. “Damn. Someone pissed in your Cheerios this morning.”
“That would be Madison.”
One mention of her name has Jax nodding in understanding and passing the ball back.
