Page 167 of Fighting Mr. Knight

Max looks like he might vomit. “But the presentation,” he whispers hoarsely.

I didn’t realise how much Max needed me until I handed in my notice. He’s only figured it out right this minute.

I do the majority of the work and Max takes the credit. He has a presentation for our second milestone in a few days’ time and he’s royally screwed.

Not my problem.

As Jack said, this is business.

If Bradshaw Brown loses the account because I leave, then it’s their fault for being short-sighted.

I’ve done knowledge transfer for Nisha and Steve. I wasn’t going to leave them in the lurch.

“What the fuck, Bonnie?” Max rarely curses at work. He puffs air into his reddening cheeks. It pleases me that it’s an unattractive look on him. “You bang a billionaire and think you can skip off into the sunset? How could you not tell me this?”

I smile apologetically. “Well, this is quite the oversight, do forgive me. Especially since you’ve always been upfront with me throughout our relationship.”

He narrows his eyes suspiciously.

I don’t feel the need to tell him I know about his cheating on me. It’ll drive him crazier trying to figure out if I do.

Revenge really is best served cold.

No tantrums. No drama. Just getting back at Max in the most passive-aggressive way I can find.

“Don’t worry, Max,” I say gently, adopting my most concerned expression. “Jack knows you’re his biggest fan. I’m sure you’ll convince him to extend the deadline. I can ask him to sign his biography for you if you like?”

His nostrils flare to full capacity as he pulls in so much breath I’m surprised if there’s any oxygen left for the rest of us.

I try not to grin as I turn and saunter away.

You can definitely read a man by his nostrils.

Three months later

Bonnie

Jack slows to a halt outside the Archie Knight Boxing Centre.

He might own half the London skyline, but this small community centre tucked away beside theMotor Worksfactory is his dream.

Sometimes he coaches here himself.

I’m only home from Astana for three days.

We’ve managed to make it work. If you asked me at Kate’s wedding whether I would trust Jack Knight to do a long-distance relationship I would have laughed my face off.

Now I trust Jack more than anyone else in the world. And I’ll do everything in my power to make sure he trusts me.

We see each other in person once every three weeks but I always feel like he’s with me. He’s my biggest champion.

I miss him shitloads though. I miss my clit sucker too, but I can’t tell Jack. I didn’t have the guts to take it to Astana in case airport security searched my bag.

He’s right, he does have a lot of settings butcome on, Jack’s lips don’t vibrate.

It’s worth sacrificing the clit sucker for a few months because working with Lauren Torres has been more than I could imagine.

I’ve never felt so alive.

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