Page 151 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
Mostly.
I was still processing everything that had happened in the past twelve hours. All the things that had come to light, including Ken’s betrayal.
Christian had followed through as promised and they had made an arrest in both Troy’s and Clarissa’s break-ins. Once they got the suspect into custody, he’d sung like a canary. As it turned out, Ken hadn’t been fond of me firing him or his agency and he’d been after blackmail material. In an effort to get that, he’d hired someone to break into their homes to dig up information. Lucky for me, Troy had kept his iPad with him at all times, so none of my personal details were leaked. The most the guy had gotten was information regarding Clarissa. He’d apparently hacked into her laptop. She had screen shots and backup documentation to prove her previous client had been sexually harassing her. She’d also had details on the company firing her.
Come to find out, that wasn’t the sort of information that would help Ken in blackmailing me. All it did was show that her company had employed a bunch of assholes. They’d turned their back on her when she needed them the most.
However, Ken had spilled plenty of information—all fictitious—about my relationship with Troy. While he knew absolutely nothing, he was a relatively decent storyteller. From what I’d gathered, Ken was against BDSM and all its components, which was the reason he’d made me out to be some sort of monster.
The asshole.
Of course, he’d done all of this while still employed with his agency, and I was in the process of suing them. It wasn’t about the money. It was about the respect for people’s privacy. The information he’d sent out—including the details on many of my business dealings—should’ve never been available to him.
I could only hope that once McKenna did the interview, things would die down. Unfortunately, I had to agree to allow her an inside look into my club. Since Luke McCoy had permitted her to do a story on Club Destiny years ago, I’d agreed. I really did trust this woman.
I knew it would all work out in the end, but it would take time.
On the other hand, I had to deal with Clarissa and Troy. They weren’t keen on the idea of my name being dragged through the mud. At the moment, most of the topics revolved around my involvement in Domination and submission. There were a hell of a lot of theories out there.
I could tell they were both worried more about me than themselves. I appreciated their concern, but it was unnecessary. I’d been in the news since I was first cast in the role as Brad Dillon. They dug up everything they could on me, including the foster homes I’d spent time in through the years. Some people considered me a rags-to-riches type story while others had condemned me for whatever it was they believed I’d done wrong. In this business, you couldn’t please everyone, that was for sure.
Now it appeared they were interested in my unconventional relationships. And since I had every intention of keeping these two people in my life for as long as they would have me, it only made sense that we put it out there now. It seemed surreal, but for the first time in my life, I felt complete. As though everything I’d ever needed was right where I needed it to be.
Since I was only waiting on one more call to be returned, I had a little time to kill before bed. I pushed up from my seat at the bar and moved over to the single chair that faced Clarissa and Troy.
“Pets?”
They both turned to look at me.
“Turn off the TV and come over here.”
As usual, I noticed a bit of uncertainty on Troy’s face as he grabbed the remote and clicked off the television. Initially, I’d thought that was fear. However, I’d recently realized that it was exactly what it appeared to be. Troy didn’t know what to expect and he expressed himself accordingly. He was an open book and I was quickly learning to decipher his thoughts.
Clarissa wasn’t quite so easy to read.
Propping my ankle over the opposite knee, I regarded them for a moment. I wanted them to anticipate my next move. Anticipation was key, as far as I was concerned.
“I’d like for you both to undress. Fold your clothes neatly and place them on the sofa.”
“Yes, Master,” Troy said promptly, even as he began working free the buttons on his shirt. He took directions well, which definitely pleased me.
“Hold up,” I said. “I’ve changed my mind. I’d like to see you undress each other.”
Clarissa stalled momentarily.
“Let me put it this way,” I said with an evil grin. “If you’re not undressed in two minutes, you will be going down to the office tomorrow morning without any clothes. While I can guarantee your privacy while we’re here, you know the same won’t be said for there.”
