Page 44 of Fighting Mr. Knight

How’s a man supposed to sleep after that?

The thirty-minute cold shower this morning did sweet FA.

Now my balls are so blue I’m surprised the chopper can take the extra load.

“No, princess.” Tristan chuckles through my headset. “A hundred and fifty miles per hour is the fastest I’m going to be able to deliver you into London. You want me to let you out and see if you can find a faster route?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” my other mate Danny asks from the back. “You look rough as fuck. We were in bed at midnight last night. That’s pretty tame.”

Tame?

Tame is not a word I would use for last night.

Teasing. Torturous.

Cock draining. Those fit.

I grunt in response.

“Relax, man. What’s the rush?” Tristan asks. “We’re not playing golf until four.”

Shit, I forgot.

“I can’t today.” I sigh. “I have to visit the site.”

“Fuck off, mate,” Danny growls through the headset. “I got a pass for us to play golf. You are not letting me down. Do you know how difficult it is to leave the house with three kids under three?”

Of course I don’t.

“Sorry, I forgot, man.” I turn to him sheepishly. “I’ve no time for anything right now. There aren’t enough hours in the day.”

“You used to be the fun one of the three of us,” Tristan says dryly. “What the hell happened? You know you’re basically the annoying boss that interferes with everything, right?”

I grunt. “Stop busting my balls. They’ve had enough this weekend. You know this project is personal. It’s not just erecting nice digs for rich ex-pats.”

Tristan glances over at me. “Are you sure you should be so close to this project? You’ve been around the block enough to know emotions and business don’t mix well. Let Sean take care of it. He knows how important the area is to you.”

“Not gonna happen.” I clench my teeth. “This one stays with me.”

“Sure,” Tristan says, dropping it. “How’s it going?”

“Good. Phase one block of apartments is nearly complete. We’re ready to rehouse the existing residents.”

Tristan darts a glance at me again. “And that includes some of the Wicks family, right?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t build a gas leak into their flats. Even if they are murdering bastards,” I say with a calmness learned over the years. It would be nice to forget about my dad’s killers for one day. “Phase two and Phase three are kicking off. I’ve given phase three, theMotor Worksfactory, to Max and Bonnie’s company to design.”

Danny chuckles. “Such a shame Bonnie and Max have split up, isn’t it? He’s got a bit of a stick up his ass. Good thing you’ve stepped up to console her. She seems nice.”

“Don’t fucking talk,” I snap. “The woman gives me whiplash. One minute she’s grinding against me, then the next minute she’s acting like I’m the worst man alive.”

They laugh. I’m too tired for it.

I turn to scowl at Danny in the backseat. “Bonnie thoughtyouwere interested in her. Well, her friend did.”

“Everyone was watching you two dancing, if that’s what she’s thinking. Me included.” He chuckles, sprawled out in the back. “It was quite entertaining.”

“Sparks were definitely flying during that dance,” Tristan says. “What did you do wrong?”

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