The Pact Read Online Suzanne Wright

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
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Tipping his head to the side, Dax let his gaze roam over my face. “Always determined to have my back.”

“It’ll be easier for you to not fight it.”

“As it happens, I don’t wish to fight it.”

“Now that’s a great response.” I took a step toward the private bathroom attached to his office.

“Don’t clean up yet.”

I tilted my head in question, confused. But then his earlier words came back to me … When he walks in here, you’re going to have my come inside you.

I hadn’t taken it as anything other than a comment said in the heat of the moment. Until right now. I studied his expression. “You’re serious?” He looked it.

“Humor me.”

A knock right then came at the door.

Muttering a curse, I swiftly pulled on my underwear, ignoring the light of amusement in his eyes.

“Yes?” Dax called out.

Benjamin pushed open the door, a placid smile on his face. “Sir, Mr. Ackehurst is here to see you.”

“Send him in,” said Dax.

Grayden entered with purposeful strides, his spine straight, his shoulders back, his head up, his expression all-business.

His step faltered at the sight of me, and the reserved look on his face cracked like a frozen lake. “Addie,” he said in surprise.

I absently smoothed a hand down the back of my unkempt hair. It was impossible not to feel awkward right now while I stood here freshly fucked, my knees rubbery, my mind a little sex-dazed.

A muscle in Grayden’s cheek ticked, and his jaw turned to granite. Well, it didn’t take a highly observant person to sense what had happened here before he arrived—my skirt was all wrinkled, my cheeks were all flushed, and my eyes probably still had a post-orgasm glaze going on.

Benjamin looked from me to Dax, nodded politely, and then left.

The sound of the door closing seemed to jolt Grayden into action. Clearing his throat, he wiped all emotion from his face, sliced his gaze back to Dax, and took a few more steps into the room.

His own expression equally neutral, Dax stared back at him. There was nothing at all welcoming in his eyes or posture. Or even unwelcoming. There was just … indifference.

Looking at the two men now, it was hard to believe they’d once been friends, even though it had been back when they were teenagers. They were total opposites nowadays.

Grayden straightened his tie. “I didn’t realize you had company. Actually, it’s good that Addison is here. This matter concerns both of you, after all.”

I blinked. It was strange hearing Grayden refer to me as “Addison” rather than use an abbreviated form of my name—he’d never done it before, not once.

Why this “matter” would relate to myself and Dax, I didn’t know. God, if this was about Felicity or Blaise again …

“What do you want?” Dax asked him, very little interest in his tone.

Grayden planted his feet. “Mimi asked me to speak with you on her behalf.”

I frowned, confused. “Mimi?”

Dax glanced down at me. “He’s her lawyer.”

Oh. I hadn’t known that.

“She relayed to me the conversation she had with Addison,” Grayden told him.

“She did, did she?” asked Dax, passing by me as he rounded the desk to stand a few feet away from his visitor.

“Yes. She feels bad about it.”

I pulled a face. Unlikely.

“She should feel bad,” said Dax.

“I don’t dispute that,” Grayden assured him. “Neither would Mimi.”

Beyond doubtful and in a whole new realm of skeptical, I folded my arms. “If that’s the case, why hasn’t she so much as sent an apologetic text to him?”

Grayden seemed to grudgingly slide his gaze to me. “She feels that what she did warrants a face-to-face apology. But she knows that Dax is too angry to see her, and he made it clear that she isn’t to approach you again.” His focus returned to Dax. “She asked that I be a voice for her; express her regrets and pass on her request for you to hear her out.”

Ah. Given that this had to be the last place he wanted to be, Grayden probably hated that Mimi had asked this of him, but he’d come anyway. It was a reminder that, though he might have been something of a pain recently, he was actually a good guy. Considerate. Supportive. Always there for his clients. He just had a habit of recklessly tossing around promises like they were candy.

Dax twisted his mouth. “Well, I’d say you’ve earned your fee, then.” He cast a look at the door—a gesture for Grayden to leave.

Instead, Grayden sighed and gave him an imploring look. “Will you at least consider meeting with Mimi? I understand that you’re angry with her, but all she wants is the chance to apologize. You’re important to her, Dax. There aren’t many people who are. She doesn’t want to lose you.”

“Then she shouldn’t have fucked with my wife.” Dax gave a slight shrug. “Simple.”


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