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Porter's Reward A Quick Move
“Fine, Porter.” I said bitterly.“As in, yes?”“Yes.”“Good.”“I’ll move $20,000 to the account to the Meridian tonight.”“What about another $5,000?” I said meekly. Hating asking but knowing I needed it for mom’s surgery.He set the glass down on the table. “Soon as you’re done moving in tomorrow.”“Tomorrow?” I squawked.He nodded. Confirming. “Tomorrow.”“That’s not even possible.”“It is. I’ll help you.”“How are you going to do that? Load boxes in your Spider?”“I’ll borrow my brother’s truck. And my brothers.”“Porter…”“Kane.”“Porter…” I said warily.“Stop stalling, Love. Give up the game. I got you.”He’s right.I’ve no choice. I was going to move in with him. What did I think I was going to do? Get the money and stall him?Looking at Porter’s hard features and the way he was commanding this club. Running it like a force of nature, I was quite sure that ‘accidentally’ forgetting to move in would never work.He’d probably toss me over his shoulder screaming.“This is partly be
Porter's Reward Sleeping Arrangements
Before I’d even fully dressed, I could hear the movers he’d brought with him lifting side tables and odds and ends.Porter knocked and I told him I was dressed.He cracked the door and saw I was before pushing it open.“Why’d you check?” I asked affronted. “You thought I’d be laying in here waiting for you?”“A man can hope. It’s been a minute.” He said.Making me flush that he’d beaten me at my own game. “I doubt a very long minute.”“That’s a matter of perspective.” He shrugged. Inspecting my most intimate domain. “You want this side table.”“It’s a bedstand.” I corrected.“What’s the difference?”I have no idea!“Huge difference.” I said aloud, contrary to my inner thoughts. I crossed my arms over a loose t-shirt. Which I’d opted to throw over some frayed white jean shorts.“If you say so. You want it?”“Will I have somewhere to put it?”“I was going to put you in my room, and I was going to take the couch. So, whatever you want.”“No!” I cried. My arms dropping to my sides. “I’m n
Porter's Reward Rethinking My Life
It was around 9:00 a.m. when my phone dinged.I lifted it, head already tucked on my shoulders like a beaten pup. Knowing who was sending me a message.The same man that wore my bra as a hand towel.I lifted it and saw I had, at some point, listed him in my phone as ‘Oversight’.Because it’s his job position.Now I was thinking every interaction I’d had with the man had been an ‘Oversight.’And he knows my darkest secret.Though he was helping me cover the account now.And prepared to loan me the money to cover mom’s surgery today. Which was scheduled for 1:00 p.m.If I let him transfer that money and take that loan, I owe him.He’s going to want more than a woman taking over his apartment. And as his boss, I was setting myself up for a lifetime of blackmail.Not good. I swallowed hard.I don’t have a choice. I had to answer.I clicked the button and tentatively lifted the phone to my ear, sitting on the edge of my bed sorrowfully, I chewed my thumbnail as I muttered hello.“Don’t sou
Porter's Reward Monochrome
“Hey, Kaney Poo, your girl is here.” The guy at the door called.“Ooh…Kaney Kanesy.” The other brothers cooed as if we had all reverted to ten years old.When they turned to me, I was staring at them all with a bored expression.“What?” The one at the door asked with a shrug.“Really?” I asked in a chiding tone.Ducking his head a little, he slid out the door, past me. The other two quick to follow.Leaving only Porter looking at me. Wearing a pair of slick running pants and a black tank top.He walked over and palmed the door to push it open further.“Come on in.” He waved a hand to usher me.I walked in. Noticing again how everything was stacked by size and the decorations were all either black or white or checkered black and white.In the middle of the studio Living Room was a squared corner couch in slate black with white lines trimming the back and arm rests and outlining the edges of the matching throw pillows.Everything in its place.Like a serial killer.A few black shag rugs
Porter's Reward Hidden Strengths
I could hear Elizabeth’s voice in the next room and afterward she came out with a scrap of glossy white paper. Handing it to me. I reflexively folded it and stuck it in the back pocket of my jeans.“Can I see her?”“Of course, you can be with her up until she goes into the actual surgical room. Then if you stay outside, we’ll give you regular updates.”My throat constricted and I could no longer form words, so I just nodded.One of the clerks walked me to her room.“Mom.” I said. Rushing to her.“Hey, Baby Girl.”I didn’t know why she still called me that. But it made me feel precious and loved. “Are they treating you well.”“They always do, Honey.” She caught my hand and gave it a tender squeeze.It was hard to imagine that this was the same woman who’d given up her College Master’s to raised me and spent many lonely nights working two jobs to raise me by herself after my dad was killed in a drunk driving accident.Even while she was grieving, she was strong for me.I remembered only
Porter's Reward Compassion
It’d begun to rain, and the cool, heavy drops fell over me. Feeling like a balm over my skin and hiding how hard I was sobbing.Thankfully, I could let the tears run and no one passing me was any wiser.Cars jetted by now and again but a particularly loud one slowing down behind me, drew my attention.I looked over my shoulder and saw an expensive looking silver car with sharp lines.It growled as it veered over the passenger door was tossed open.“Get in.” He ordered. Leaning over the console to talk to me.“I’m soaking wet.” I gestured down my length. Objecting to ruining his fancy seats.“I see that. I said get in.”I was too exhausted to argue. Giving him a pensive look, I slid into the seat.“Probably going to ruin it.” I muttered, working hard not to look at him.“It’s leather. It’ll be fine.” He was staring through the rivulets of water rolling over the windshield. Casting shadows over his hard features.He was wearing a leather button up with the sleeves rolled. Unbuttoned to
Porter's Reward A Utilitarian Man
“Doesn’t seem like you’re struggling.” I remarked.“Perhaps not like that. But as far as sympathy and sensitivity, I’ve been told I can come off rather…”“Harsh?”“Thanks.” He frowned. “But, yes.”“You are harsh.”“I don’t intend to be.” He defended.“I don’t think you do, I just think you’re incredibly direct and most people don’t know how to take that.”“I suppose not.” He grumbled. Walking away. He rounded the kitchen bar. “You hungry?”Starving.“No.” I said slowly. “I’m okay.”My stomach gave a drawn-out growl in objection. The mere idea of food making it holler. I tried to recall what I’d eaten earlier today and realized I hadn’t.It’s been a weird day.He leaned across the counter. Propping his chin on his palm to give me a pointed green-eyed stare.“Fine.” I conceded. “I’m hungry.”***“I noticed.” He straightened. The hint of amusement tingeing his tone. He washed his hands in the sink and moved to find a pan.“There’s one in the box here.” I lifted it out and handed it to hi
Porter's Reward What Sleaze?
He grinned and didn’t look up. “That you knew. But why I dropped her may be a little less known to you.”He’d said she cheated with Logan. I remembered his words from the club.Does he really know that? I wondered. Still somehow hoping it wasn’t. My mind’s way of trying to protect me from my own humiliation.I shrugged. “I’d assume the same ol’. One of you cheated?”Was Susan really the only one that cheated? I hadn’t really realized that I’d crossed my arms disapprovingly. Suspecting that he might be just as guilty. Because like Logan, women tended to flock to him.“Yes. It is the classic tale.” He admitted.“Did you do it too?” I couldn’t help the note of accusation.He turned his head to me, eyes wide at the sound of that note. “Not me.”“You sure about that?”“Pretty sure I’m present where my dick is.” He said a bit harshly. My brows went up. “You think I’d do that?”“I’ve seen the way women respond to you.” I began.“You don’t.” He cut me off.I’m not entirely immune. I mentally
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