The Bargain by R.G. Angel

Author:R.G. Angel [Angel, R.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-14T18:30:00+00:00

I sighed, leaning back in my chair. I'd never used to work this late. I was only just realizing how much I’d actually relied on Phil to do.

I didn’t give my trust easily. Despite Henry, my new lawyer, being amazing at his job, being just as cunning and as smart as I wanted, I didn’t trust him yet. He hadn’t earned it, and that was causing me quite an excess of work for the time being.

It made me miss Phil and also dislike Opal for having pushed me to make that choice. I know it was a choice I would have had to make eventually. I’d buried my head in the sand, pretending not to notice how deviant Phil was because he'd always been so careful to not touch anyone at work, but this - What he'd said and wanted to do to Opal…

I ran my hands over my face. Just the thought of it lit a homicidal rage inside of me.

I looked at my empty glass of Bourbon, contemplating another one. I’d already drunk more than my share tonight, especially considering I was looking at important documents, but my mind seemed to have been hijacked by the woman sharing my living space.

As if on cue, my phone vibrated yet again, Helle’s name flashing on the screen.

I'd thought I'd miss my regular squeeze at least a little while I was cooped up in my estate with the woman I was supposed to hate, but no, I didn’t miss her, not even a little.

I rolled my neck with irritation. I really needed to get rid of Helle. Phil had left before he could arrange her departure, so I'd just left her to stew. I'd sent her some expensive jewelry to make up for my absence, but that didn't seem to be working anymore.

She had to go now even if she was kicking and screaming. I’d been more than patient with her. It didn't matter that she could do the splits as well as 80% of the Kamasutra; she wasn’t worth it.

I made myself a note for tomorrow. I needed to call Carl, the concierge, and have him kick her to the curb. That would be the best way for her to understand that there wouldn't be any tomorrow for us. We were done.

“It’s late.'' My head jerked up at the sound of Opal’s voice. She was standing under the threshold of my office door. Was I having one of my erotic daydreams again? I had to admit they were happening a lot more than I was comfortable with and she was, infuriatingly, always the main protagonist.

But no, I wasn't daydreaming. She was dressed in a pair of oversized grey sweatpants and an ugly sweatshirt, which I suspected was stained with the child’s vomit. Not really how she was dressed in my dreams. She was more like the cute Catholic schoolgirl then.

“Yes, indeed.” I looked at the clock on my desk; it was past 9:00 p.m. I needed some food in me to help soak up the five glasses of honey bourbon I'd had.

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