Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“Right here,” he says, waking the computer up. “My hope is that there’s been an error in calculations …”
***
“There’s no error. I’ve gone over the numbers a dozen times, and I’ve traced it back to right here.” I point at the computer. “Your CFO has been siphoning from your accounts for the past month. That’s why it only popped up for this quarterly report. He was sneaky, but your numbers are so perfect that your team was able to catch it quickly.”
“Fuck,” Kane hisses. “Tell me everything. I need to know exactly what this fucker did so I can fire him.”
I glance at him, shocked that he’s accepting what I said so easily. “You’re not going to ask for a second opinion?”
Kane’s eyes meet mine. “I trust you, Bri. And after you ran the numbers for the better part of the day, if you say my CFO has been stealing from me, I believe you. But I need to have the receipts so I can back myself up when I meet with him.”
We spend the next hour going over what I found. The discrepancies in the books and the trail that led me to an offshore account, which I had Eddy locate and he confirmed it belonged to Jim Wallen, Kane’s CFO.
“I don’t get why he would do this.” Kane exhales a frustrated breath. “He’s paid a damn good salary, plus bonuses. And if he got himself into trouble, he could’ve come to me.”
“I don’t know, but maybe if you talk to him …”
“It’s too late for that. Once you’ve lost my trust, there’s no getting it back.”
“Really?” I quirk a brow. “Seems kind of hypocritical. You fucked up, and you’re asking me for a second chance. Should I never trust you again?”
Kane stares at me for several seconds before he sighs. “Honestly, I wouldn’t blame you if you never trusted me again. I fucked up. But I love you, and I hope, one day, you can let me back in. But you and me … it’s personal. This”—he nods toward the computer—“is business.”
I don’t necessarily agree with his logic, but on a certain level, I can understand where he’s coming from. My brothers would give their wives a million chances if need be and then not think twice about killing a man who betrayed them.
“When are you going to speak to him?”
“Soon.” My stomach growls, and Kane chuckles. “But right now, my concern is getting you and our baby fed.”
“We don’t even know for sure that there’s a baby in there.”
Sure, the pregnancy tests were all positive, and my period hasn’t come two months in a row. And then there’s the fact that my body is already changing, and morning sickness has also been in full swing. But until I see the baby myself, I don’t think it’ll sink in.
“Well, if there’s not, we could always work on putting one in there.”
Kane playfully waggles his brows, and even though he’s only joking, the idea of having sex with him isn’t funny.
Another symptom of being pregnant is being horny. And unfortunately, my vibrator and fingers don’t compare to the way Kane expertly works my body.
My gaze bounces from Kane’s face to his cock, and I briefly wonder if I could offer to suck him off. It wouldn’t fill me up, but it would satiate a different hunger.
“You’re thinking about me fucking you again, aren’t you?” Kane laughs.
“No,” I rasp. “I was thinking about sucking you off.” I stand and round the desk. “But since you were a bad boy and fucked with my head and heart, it’s not happening. Not only did you fuck up your sex life, but you fucked up mine too.”
“Oh, Princess.” Kane grabs me by my hips and pulls me into his lap. “Give me five minutes with that pretty pussy, and I’ll show you just how good I can be.”
The hardness rubbing against my center has me wanting to say yes, but then I remember everything he did, and I force myself to shake my head.
“Not yet,” I choke out. “I need time.”
Kane immediately sobers. “I know. I’m sorry. I got caught up in the moment.” He kisses my temple and helps me stand. “You have time. I promise.”
36
Brielle
Morning sickness sucks.
I used to start my morning with a latte and a muffin. Now, I start it with my head in a toilet bowl. I dread opening my eyes, knowing what’s to come. If I could, I’d sleep until noon and then wake up, but my body is so used to getting up early that by seven in the morning, I’m awake, whether I like it or not.
“Hopefully, this will end soon,” Kane says, handing me a warm washcloth. “But until it does, I got you a few things.”
He leaves the room, and while he’s gone, I brush my teeth and rinse out my mouth. I’m just turning off the sink when he returns, carrying a large wicker basket.