Page 189 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
“What are you doing here?” I asked, stepping behind my desk, hoping that might provide some security.
My father was no threat, I knew that much. He didn’t approach, his smile simply widened when he said, “Can’t a father visit his daughter?”
My eyebrows launched skyward as I stared at him in disbelief.
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Knox
“I think we might have a problem,” Kieran blasted into the phone as soon as I answered.
“Probably more than one,” I relayed, slightly amused. “But it sounds like you have a specific one.”
“Emily’s father is at Delta June’s.”
My entire body went cold as I leaned back in my desk chair, phone to my ear.
“She called to tell me she got more flowers while she was gone. While she was on the line, Rhett showed up at her office.”
I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to react. After this morning, when Emily boldly took our relationship to the next level, I’d been walking around in the clouds. And in one fell swoop, Rhett was there to fuck that all up.
“Knox? Do you hear what I’m saying?”
“Yes,” I managed through gritted teeth.
“I called Chris,” Kieran continued. “I asked him to go up to her office and to remain in the reception area in case she needs anything. I can’t get away right now.”
The words drifted in one ear and out the other, my body numb, my thoughts scattered. Rhett was likely sitting with Emily, recounting the sordid tale of what happened but in his biased, self-serving manner. No doubt she was going to hate me all over again.
The intercom on my desk beeped, followed by Betty’s voice, “Sir, your eight o’clock is here.”
“I have to go,” I told Kieran, not waiting for a response before disconnecting.
An hour and a half later, I was still in my office, fighting the urge to go to Emily. I would have if I didn’t have something pressing to deal with.
I swallowed hard as I dialed my cell phone, waited for an answer.
“Good morning, my handsome son,” Kitty said, her tone full of contempt and disdain. “Before you tell me your new plan to ruin my life, you should know, it will not work this time. I have the upper hand. I have—”
“Shut up, Mother,” I blasted. “Answer the door.”
“Excuse me?” she snipped. “Why on earth would—”
“You’ll want to do it before your husband does,” I warned.
Her words were cut off, and another voice, much softer and subdued, sounded in the background. “There’s someone at the door for you.”
“Who is it?” Kitty demanded.
I waited, listening, although my thoughts were still on Emily, on what her father was telling her.
“Yes?” Kitty said warily.
Another voice, male this time. “Please sign here.”
There was a lengthy pause, a few rumbles of voices, then Kitty’s sharp, biting, “What is this, Knox?”
“An insurance policy,” I informed her, keeping my voice smooth and even.
