Page 134 of The Boss Omega
“My client is seeking termination of the lease and reimbursement of all rents paid. We attest the original agreement was signed under false pretenses.”
Harold’s lawyer nods.
“We also seek a full review of all Mr. Muldane’s commercial properties. Each should be inspected by a third-party inspection company that is not affiliated in any way to Mr. Muldane.”
My cocky packmate casually adds, “Fire Marshal Davis has been made aware of my concerns and awaits your follow-up about when the inspections will begin.”
Harold’s lawyer piles all his documents back into his folder. Without consulting his client, he says, “I believe my client is open to resolving this without litigation.”
Harold grumbles. “Don’t expect me to renew your lease on the other building.”
Lark only smiles. I’d already helped her find better warehouse space in East Rock. The buildings aren’t available now, but they will be in four months.
The two men leave. When they shut the door, Lark’s lawyer speaks.
“I’ll follow-up with his legal representation. I suspect we’ll have this finalized within a week.”
Lark stands and shakes his hand. “Thank you, Levi.”
He shrugs. “Thank yourself and your alphas. I had very little to do with today’s meeting.” He turns and shakes all our hands before leaving.
When he shuts the door, I turn to Lark. “That might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She laughs. “Which part?”
“All of it was good, but the best part was when you revealed Harold and M.H. Muldane are the same person. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”
She steps forward. “You have a thing for Boss Bitch Lark, don’t you?”
“I really, really do.” I pull her in for a dirty kiss, grinding my hips into her belly.
“Take me home,” she gasps against my lips.
“I have an idea,” Saint whispers into her ear. “How about a replay of that day in the car?”
Silas chuckles. “Graham likes to watch so he can drive this time.”
“Fuck yeah,” I agree.
Lark looks between the three of us. “I was going to suggest we celebrate with lunch.” She picks up her purse. “I like your idea better.”
“I think I need some food.” Lark lies on her back in the nest. Saint on one side, Silas on the other, and I’m nestled between her perfect thighs.
“Pizza?” I ask.
Her stomach rumbles in agreement with my suggestion. I kiss it. “What toppings?”
She grimaces. “I shouldn’t. I already let you feed me donuts this morning.”
I crawl up her body, hovering above her. Silas and Saint both grouse but they inch aside and make room for my hands.
“Remember what I said about denying your omega?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m giving my omega everything she needs. More sex with her alphas. More time in the nest. She can go without pizza.”
I lower myself for a kiss. “Not tonight she can’t. You’ll be in heat soon. You need to let her have everything she wants. After heat, you can return to your everything-in-moderation philosophy.”
“What if her omega doesn’t want pizza, Graham?” Saint kisses her cheek. “It may be craving Chinese or Indian.”
