Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
“Listen to yourself laughing.” Adrian smiles at me as he puts his hand on my shoulder in a reassuring gesture. I nod as my eyes stay riveted on the screen.
She stands above me on the bed, and she sings into the hairbrush while flicking her hair around crazily.
We all sit silent as she drops in a straddle over my body and slowly lifts her dress over her shoulders. She is wearing a yellow lace bra and G-string that match her dress. Her beautiful tanned body is on display. I immediately press the pause button.
“For my eyes only, boys,” I snap as my eyes flick to them. “Please tell me you are going over there right now to tell
her you want her back,” Cameron sighs.
I shake my head sadly. “No, it’s over between us. You can only come back so many times after being kicked to the curb.”
Adrian frowns. “But you stayed there last night.”
I nod and drop my head in shame. “Yeah, I was a total prick at dinner and made her cry and I just can’t stand seeing her upset. I couldn’t leave her.”
Adrian’s eyes hold mine. “Why do you think that you can’t leave her when she’s upset?”
I shrug as I link my hands on top of my head.
“I know why.” Adrian smiles. “You’re still in love with her.”
With a heavy heart I sigh. “Natasha and I are finished, I can no longer trust her, end of story.”
CHAPTER 18
Adrian
8.30 am and I sit in the small corner office at the job we start today at Broadtec. I have arrived early to prepare for the day ahead. It’s a poky space with no view, a usual prerequisite of ours when working. I go for a quick walk around the office as I try to locate the kitchen or a coffee machine. This place is a nightmare, how am I supposed to be productive with no caffeine?
Six years ago, Joshua designed this company’s software for them as one of his first jobs and he signed a contract stating he would be the one to upgrade the systems. Back then signing a contract for future work sounded like a smart choice. Little did he know that he would own a multimillion-dollar company today and that this job would be a massive pain in the ass. It has been on our diary for six months, but I couldn’t get Joshua to come to Australia after the Natasha debacle. Now we are here for his grandmother and it seems
like a good time to cross it off the list. It should take about six to eight weeks if all goes to plan. I start to go through my emails and my phone rings. I look at the screen and the name lights up.
Nicholas Anastas
Shit, what does he want? I haven’t heard from him in six months, since I last avoided his calls. I stare at the ringing phone on my desk for a moment, I frown and press decline. I keep reading my emails as I scratch my head in frustration. I open one from Frank which reads:
Hi Murph
This was in the company email inbox from a Mrs. Jones. Not sure what to make of it but I thought I should forward it on to you. The attachment is very interesting!
Keep me posted.
Frank
Frank is one of my PAs in LA. I have three. He liaises with the public and social network platforms and then filters anything onto me that I need to address. The workload is just too great for me to handle alone and Joshua wants nothing to do with it. He has no desire to be the successful millionaire or dominate the world, but his brain has ensured that he does it effortlessly anyway. I deal with the staff, the clients, the workload and Joshua takes care of the tech side of things. He doesn’t mix with the clients or make friendships outside of his close circle. It works well between us, that is except when he breaks up with his girlfriend and then goes AWOL for a month. That is a total nightmare for all concerned.
My phone rings again and I look at the screen.
Nicholas Anastas
I roll my eyes and push reject again. Take a hint. I blow out a breath as I click the email open. It reads
‘Contact me at mrs-jones@hotmail.com or the wife gets the lot.’
Shit, my heart sinks. I click on the attachment.
It’s jumbled and the camera is shaking around. I lean in to the screen to listen to the audio. I can barely hear it. It looks as though the camera is attached to something she is carrying. I can see two sets of legs, one obviously hers but the other? It can’t be Joshua; he would never wear track pants around a woman. I press pause as I try to study the screen; is it even Stanton? I narrow my eyes and lean in close as I try to get my bearings. I pick up my phone and ring Ben.