a knock at my office door. “What the hell is it?” I say, not looking up.
“Damn, is that how you greet a friend of twenty years?” Park steps into my office, holding up his hands like he’s surrendering. “I mean, I expected some cursing, but not like that.”
“Shit, man, I’m sorry.” I stand up and throw my arms around him in a big ass, but still manly, hug. “I’ve had shit day.”
He glances at his watch. “It’s only noon. How much bad shit can happen in a few hours?”
“It’s mostly just one bad thing—that bitch of an assistant.”
Park glances over his shoulder, but Natalie is long gone. “ That’s your assistant?” He lets out a long breath of air, shaking his head. “I thought she was some kind of prostitute.”
I laugh and it feels good to laugh after being so high strung and stressed around Natalie just now. “Trust me…I don’t want her working for me. Mr. Fisher was obligated to give her a job and he hasn’t given me a choice.”
Park sits on the corner of my desk, studying his cell phone—no doubt texting Becca while we chat. “And what does Mrs. Adams think about this? I can’t imagine Bay being okay with you having an assistant, much less that one.”
My lips slide to the side of my mouth and I shake my head, turning back to my computer. I lean forward and type in my password, which is written on a sticky note on my monitor. “She doesn’t know, and I’m hoping to get rid of her before Bay finds out.”
“I won’t say a word then,” Park says, looking up from his phone.
“It’s not that I want to lie to her, but she’s going through a lot with the baby now and it’d kill me if she knew about Natalie. She’d take it the wrong way even though there’s not shit going on with this bitch.”
“I hear you,” Park says with a nod. As if this kind of thing happens all the time. And for him—the four time national supercross champion—I’m sure it does.
I press the enter key on the keyboard and nearly throw up. “What the fuck?”
“Holy shit!” Park nearly falls off the corner of my desk.
I kick, rolling my office chair back a few feet, if only to get away from the filthy image that has been set as my computer’s wallpaper. There, behind the handful of icons, taking up the entire nineteen inch monitor, is a photo of Natalie, bending over my office chair and hiking up her skirt, showing off her severe lack of panties. She stares in what I’m guessing is her attempt at being seductive, into the camera, holding up a photo of me, with her tongue grazing across my two dimensional lips.
Park’s hand slides down his face. “You definitely don’t want Bayleigh to see that.”
My jaw clenches. I want to throw the monitor out the fucking window. But that wouldn’t solve the problem. In order to get rid of the offensive image, I’ll have to look at it while I change the background setting. My blood boils as I sit rigid in my chair, right-clicking and choosing the default blue screen image to replace the wallpaper. When it pops into place, removing Natalie’s disgusting crotch from my screen, I realize that this might not be the only picture on here.
“That girl needs help,” Park says, sliding off the desk. “She knows you’re married right?”
“Believe me, I’ve told her.” I throw a hand toward the silver frame on my desk, the photo of Bay and me. “If anything, I think she likes fucking with me even more because I’m married. It’s some sick game for her.”
I click on the pictures folder and scroll through, my heart racing as I hope that I won’t find an array of unwanted photos. Luckily the wallpaper was the only photo I can find.
“So,” I say, leaning back in my chair with a heavy sigh. “Let’s talk about this business idea.”
Chapter 14
Park doesn’t even hear me because he’s staring at his phone, which just vibrated three times in a row. He smiles, his thumb swiping madly across the screen while he
“Damn, is that how you greet a friend of twenty years?” Park steps into my office, holding up his hands like he’s surrendering. “I mean, I expected some cursing, but not like that.”
“Shit, man, I’m sorry.” I stand up and throw my arms around him in a big ass, but still manly, hug. “I’ve had shit day.”
He glances at his watch. “It’s only noon. How much bad shit can happen in a few hours?”
“It’s mostly just one bad thing—that bitch of an assistant.”
Park glances over his shoulder, but Natalie is long gone. “ That’s your assistant?” He lets out a long breath of air, shaking his head. “I thought she was some kind of prostitute.”
I laugh and it feels good to laugh after being so high strung and stressed around Natalie just now. “Trust me…I don’t want her working for me. Mr. Fisher was obligated to give her a job and he hasn’t given me a choice.”
Park sits on the corner of my desk, studying his cell phone—no doubt texting Becca while we chat. “And what does Mrs. Adams think about this? I can’t imagine Bay being okay with you having an assistant, much less that one.”
My lips slide to the side of my mouth and I shake my head, turning back to my computer. I lean forward and type in my password, which is written on a sticky note on my monitor. “She doesn’t know, and I’m hoping to get rid of her before Bay finds out.”
“I won’t say a word then,” Park says, looking up from his phone.
“It’s not that I want to lie to her, but she’s going through a lot with the baby now and it’d kill me if she knew about Natalie. She’d take it the wrong way even though there’s not shit going on with this bitch.”
“I hear you,” Park says with a nod. As if this kind of thing happens all the time. And for him—the four time national supercross champion—I’m sure it does.
I press the enter key on the keyboard and nearly throw up. “What the fuck?”
“Holy shit!” Park nearly falls off the corner of my desk.
I kick, rolling my office chair back a few feet, if only to get away from the filthy image that has been set as my computer’s wallpaper. There, behind the handful of icons, taking up the entire nineteen inch monitor, is a photo of Natalie, bending over my office chair and hiking up her skirt, showing off her severe lack of panties. She stares in what I’m guessing is her attempt at being seductive, into the camera, holding up a photo of me, with her tongue grazing across my two dimensional lips.
Park’s hand slides down his face. “You definitely don’t want Bayleigh to see that.”
My jaw clenches. I want to throw the monitor out the fucking window. But that wouldn’t solve the problem. In order to get rid of the offensive image, I’ll have to look at it while I change the background setting. My blood boils as I sit rigid in my chair, right-clicking and choosing the default blue screen image to replace the wallpaper. When it pops into place, removing Natalie’s disgusting crotch from my screen, I realize that this might not be the only picture on here.
“That girl needs help,” Park says, sliding off the desk. “She knows you’re married right?”
“Believe me, I’ve told her.” I throw a hand toward the silver frame on my desk, the photo of Bay and me. “If anything, I think she likes fucking with me even more because I’m married. It’s some sick game for her.”
I click on the pictures folder and scroll through, my heart racing as I hope that I won’t find an array of unwanted photos. Luckily the wallpaper was the only photo I can find.
“So,” I say, leaning back in my chair with a heavy sigh. “Let’s talk about this business idea.”
Chapter 14
Park doesn’t even hear me because he’s staring at his phone, which just vibrated three times in a row. He smiles, his thumb swiping madly across the screen while he
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