Face Down Fridays by Sherelle Green

Author:Sherelle Green [Green, Sherelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Author Sherelle Green

9

Fuck, If These Walls Could Talk

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HER

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So far, the night had been everything I’d imagined and more. He’d been at FCF for several hours, each minute more pleasurable than the last. Yet, I felt like I had a cloud hanging over me. He wanted the property for whatever his family needed it for, and I didn’t want to continue the night without settling a debt I’d never even known I owed until last week.

“Your office is the next room we’re exploring?” he asked, tying the plush black robe I gave him to put on that matched mine. “Did you forget I’ve already been in here?”

“I didn’t forget.” I could never forget that day. Motioning for him to take a seat, I went around my desk and pulled out the file folder that had been on my mind for days. I handed it to him, ignoring the curious expression on his face. “Just open it.”

He did, his eyes widening when he looked at me. “You signed.”

“The other day, you said you knew I would accept the offer,” I reminded him.

“I know.” He skimmed through the paperwork before tossing it aside and coming to my side of the desk. “Thank you for accepting the offer.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “It means a lot to me and my family.”

“You’re welcome. I didn’t want to sell it to you, but you seemed pretty hell-bent on getting your way.” I studied his eyes, noting that he did seem a little guilty about it. “You never told me why you needed the property so badly.”

“It’s not my business to tell,” he said.

“But you’re a Crowne. So family business includes you, right?”

“It does.” Sitting on the edge of the desk, he took my hands in his. “But, Jade, there is so much about my family that’s not like other normal families. Whether I’m heading a project or investment myself, rarely is Crowne business mine to tell. Lead or not.”

I observed our connected hands, my own guilty conscience creeping in between us. Taking a chance, I met his eyes, wanting to be as transparent as possible when I admitted, “I have to tell you something.”

Concerned eyes met mine. “What is it?”

I fumbled with the edge of his cotton robe, knowing I needed to just rip off the Band-Aid. “I-I think I know who your birth mother is.”

Nash froze, his eyes studying mine. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking.”

“How could you know her when I don’t even know her?” he asked.

“I didn’t at first,” I confessed. “Since I was turning the property into a lounge and nightclub, I asked my girl, Lo, to look into the woman I was going to hire as the general manager. Lo is great at finding out information on people, and I asked her to look into Andrea’s background to make sure there weren’t any red flags before I approached Andrea about moving to New York since my mom and grandmother are considering the move, too.”

“Her name is Andrea?” he asked.

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