I didn’t need a math genius to figure everything else out. Faye had sold her virginity for her sister.
“Was she flunking in college?”
“No. Her grades were impeccable. She needed to work, and a college scholarship didn’t pay the bills.”
No, I did.
“Do you want me to keep on digging?”
“Yes, find out everything you can about her. I want it brought to me. No more phone calls.”
Hanging up, I stare at my desk.
She’d done what she could for her sister, I just knew it. From the picture I saw of her six months ago at Cherry, I’d known there was a reason for it, I just didn’t know exactly what. Now I do.
All this time, she’s been closer than I thought. Right here. Right under my nose. I need her closer though.
Glancing around the office, I see my employees with their PAs, all of them working hard to make my company the best it can be. This is one of the reasons I go after college graduates as well as dropouts. I’m a college dropout. Never received my degree.
Authority isn’t something I follow.
This is my life.
Every single part of me is within these walls.
I’ve sweated, bled, and done everything for this place and to become the man I am now.
Running a hand down my face, I look back at her picture. This one is much like the one back at Cherry. Only there is something more.
She still holds that air of innocence around her.
I want to get to know her. This shouldn’t be happening, but I couldn’t get Malcolm’s words out of my head. He’d denied me at every single turn.
I’d even refused to go back to Cherry, even though I know Dean, my best friend, went there every single month to see what pussy was on offer.
There has to be a way to get Faye closer to me.
Her resume noted that she’d been a waitress, worked in a coffee shop and bakery, and also worked at a local theater collecting tickets. Her degree program had been in business.
The notes made on her employment portfolio were exemplary, the best I’d ever seen.
I’m the boss.
It’s simple.
I’ll have her work for me.
I make the relevant calls. Tomorrow morning when Faye reports for work, she’ll be coming to see me to start work. She’ll be working closely and I’d finally get to have her all to myself, which is what I’ve been wanting.
Feeling smug, I finish up the day in the office, and once everyone has left, I’m the last one to go.
It’s what I do. First one in, last one out.
Leaving the office, I head to the underground parking. No one is around, and I take my time getting to my car.
With the information I now have, I know where she lives. I printed off a copy of her employment record, which includes her apartment address.
The last thing I should be doing is typing those digits into my GPS, but I do it anyway.
Pulling out of the parking lot, I pass the security gates and head in the direction my little computer lady tells me. Pulling up across the street, I see Faye. Turning off my headlights, I see she’s walking with a young girl. The girl doesn’t look any older than fourteen.
Faye though, she captures me.
Her hair is way too short, but at least I know I could get a good handful if I wanted to. She’s chatting animatedly with the other girl. My PI’s information comes back to haunt me as I look at the two.
That young girl must be her sister.
Even across the street, I see how sad she looks. Every now and then Faye will say something to put a smile on her face.
This is fucking wrong. That son of a bitch ruined that young girl, and in the process he sent Faye into my arms.
Not that I have a problem. If any other man had taken her though—I don’t like the thought and instantly nip it in the bud.
I don’t want to think of her with anyone else.
That soft body would feel so good.
She doesn’t look my way but makes Kerry walk ahead of her up the steps leading to the building.
There’s security there, and she makes sure her sister is protected before letting herself inside.
I need to know more.
I have to be around her.
No matter what happens, one time wasn’t enough. I claimed her virginity, and it had given me a mere taste.
Now it’s time for me to take all of her.
And I am going to have a lot of fun while doing it.
Chapter Seven
Faye
“What do you mean I’m on the top floor? I thought I had to start at the bottom and work my way up?” I look toward Emily, who was working between two desks. Karen, one of the other women who worked with the program I came from, isn’t in.