Loverman by B.D. Roca

Author:B.D. Roca [Roca, B.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-09T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Normal human beings did not get to call their lawyer’s private number at seven in the morning and tell them they required an appointment at ten. Normal human beings did not book private meeting rooms at said lawyer’s offices with no notice. Nor did they have those requests met with an automatic yes.

Charles rang his lawyer’s private number at seven the next morning because the usual rules of normal life had never, ever applied.

The Durant fortune separated him from the rest of the world. Made people treat him differently. Not to mention, when it was convenient, he could demand preferential treatment to an outrageous level. He had those suspicions confirmed on mornings like this. Mornings when he walked into the offices of Bardwell, Black and Dennison, laptop case in hand, and was shown to the meeting room he’d requested, and the Bardwell component of the partners’ triumvirate stood in the doorway. A hint of expensive cigars laced the air. Charles guessed the scent was clinging to Bardwell’s dark, immaculate suit.

They’d already shaken hands. Exchanged the usual pleasantries. The man he’d known since he was barely ten repeated Charles’ own instructions. “Our receptionist will bring you coffee. When you’ve completed your meeting with Mrs. Durant I’ll see you, and then we’ll bring Mrs. Durant and her representative into the discussion.”

Charles set the laptop case on the thick glass tabletop. One glance had given him the room: wood panelled, room bare but for the large table. It was certainly secure. He didn’t trouble to glance over. “Yes, exactly. Thank you. And when Mrs. Durant arrives, only she can come in here. Anyone accompanying her waits at reception.”

Bardwell nodded. “Of course.”

As the door shut, leaving him alone, Charles wished with every fibre of his body he was a normal human being. If he was, then he wouldn’t have to face Maxine and do this. But he would, and it would make the way clear. It might not make things right, but it would make them better. There would be no need for Kemp and him to end their association—it felt like pure arrogance to describe it, under current circumstances, as a relationship.

The hard fucking Kemp had given him last night echoed through his flesh, and he shifted in his chair. It felt like the echo of a kiss. It felt like Kemp was here in this room with him. That he was not alone, not with the erotic ache of Kemp’s hard cock tattooed into his nerve endings. He pushed aside memories of the confidences he’d given Kemp the night before. The ancient family history he’d given away. What did it matter? The secret on the USB was a greater one, and he would guard it far more fiercely.

Alone, the laptop set up, he set the case on a chair beside him and sat down, waiting.

Maxine arrived on time, as he’d expected, and was shown into the room. Dressed for war, she wore a fitted black suit, Fracas perfume, and heels that brought her to his height.

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