The Ruthless Gentleman Read online Louise Bay

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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
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“But if she was the leak, how did I manage to get Phoenix done? It still doesn’t make sense.”

“What do you care?”

I had no idea why I still cared. I’d completed the Phoenix deal and now owned the company I’d always dreamed of. I should feel ten feet tall, but it felt as if I’d got to the summit of Everest and found the vista was nice and everything, but it wasn’t that different to the view a couple of thousand feet down. I don’t know what I was expecting—a coronation, a key to the city? Yes, I’d outwitted Cannon, but the victory echoed it was so hollow.

“We uncovered it and now you’ll never see her again.”

I’d never understood women who stuck around while their husbands and boyfriends abused them physically and mentally—why couldn’t they just walk away? But I wasn’t sure that if Avery was here right now I wouldn’t want to take her back to my flat, strip her naked and fuck her into next week. Despite watching the guilt on her face, hearing her excuses as she sat across from me, I’d never stopped wanting her. Had the last year of Cannon’s attack on my business undermined more than my net worth? Had it chipped away at my judgment and instincts about people? I still wanted to believe Avery couldn’t have betrayed me. I needed that final puzzle piece to slot into place before I gave up hope and accepted I’d opened up to someone who was just using me.

“I want to know, Landon. I want to see the money move. She just didn’t strike me as a woman who would . . .” Would what? Do anything to care for her brother? It was one of the things I’d liked most about her. She’d sacrificed her own life ambitions for her family. Taking money for their future wouldn’t be so difficult.

“Like you said, everyone has their price,” Landon said.

“Maybe,” I said. “But I want to see it for myself. And can you track that ginger guy down? I’d like to talk to him.”

“Jesus, that pussy must have been good.”

“Don’t be a dick. I want to know we were right about her. At the moment, she had an explanation for everything. As soon as that money hits, there are no more excuses that make sense. As you know, I’m all about the details. I’m ruthless but I’m fair. And for the record, I’m going to kick your arse at squash.”

As soon as I saw the money in Avery’s account I would be able to close that chapter in my life and move on. Until then, I’d still wake in the middle of the night with the sensation of her hair between my fingers, still see her every time I closed my eyes. I needed to see the price she’d been bought for and then I could forget she ever existed.

Thirty-Three

Three months later

Avery

I plastered on my best fake smile as I stepped through the sliding doors of the salon and out onto the main deck carrying two platters of appetizers—oysters on one, caviar on the other. It was the last service of the season and I couldn’t wait for it to be over and to wave goodbye to these guests tomorrow morning.

“You have a really fantastic body,” the oldest male guest, Gus, said, looking me up and down as I leaned over the table to set down the platters. August followed with two additional bottles of champagne.

I ignored him, my smile never faltering. The grin wasn’t real and so wasn’t affected by rude, sexist comments. Usually, I brushed them off and didn’t give them a second thought, but there was something about this guy that made me want to knock him over the head with an empty bottle and toss him overboard. Maybe it was just because it had been a long season. The Mediterranean was one of the most beautiful places in the world, but five months was a long time at sea, whatever the surroundings.

“She really does,” another man said, and he patted me on the ass.

Were we in 1977? I wasn’t an object to be leered at or an item for sale. Why did people with money think they could grab all the pussy they wanted?

I moved away from the grabby hands and lecherous stares and guided August back through the doors to the galley.

“Urgh, why is it always the ugly ones that want a slice? If he was good looking I wouldn’t mind. If Hayden Wolf had ever grabbed my ass, I’d have enjoyed it, but this lot?” She pretended to barf. I should have discouraged her, but I didn’t care if the guests heard. Hayden Wolf wouldn’t have grabbed August’s ass—he’d have been clear about what he wanted. I’d certainly found him impossibly persuasive and seductive, but he’d never taken anything from me that I hadn’t given him willingly.


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