Semua Bab Revenge On My Ex, Accidentally In Bed With A Billionaire : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Ugh. Champagne. How I miss thee.“Well, well, well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”I hide my sigh as best as I can. Here we go. But when I turn to shoo off the sleazeball sidling up to me, I pause.He looks familiar. I think I’ve seen him in the newspapers, sure.No… he looks really familiar.How do I know him?“I never knew Pasha was into pregnant whores. But hey, who am I to judge?” He downs what’s left in his martini glass. “The man’s like a fucking STD. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get rid of him. But I guess I can’t complain about tonight.” He slides his gaze over my body. “He brought you.”There are a thousand things I want to say to this asshole. A hundred more things I want to do, several of which involve stabbing the stem of my water glass into his jowl.“How much are you charging?” The man snatches another cocktail from a passing server and knocks half of it back in one gulp. “Whatever that asshole is paying you, I can double it.”I take another sip of my wa

PASHAThe new imports arrive without issue. I don’t know if Sofiya had to threaten to castrate a few pilots, but whatever she did, it seems to be working. Business is good.I just wish I could shake this unsettled feeling in my bones.“He’s here,” Sofi announces as she joins me in my perch over the hangar. “Waiting in the office.”“We’re absolutely sure about him?”She frowns. “You know how I feel about absolutes.”“That does not inspire confidence.”“It also allows for a tiny margin of error. And I do mean tiny. Makari ran background checks, even sent out a few of his own men to the motherland for on-site intel. Not to mention my own vetting process, which you know is thorough.”My grip on the railing tightens. “A perfect background means he’s got something to hide.”“Everyone has something to hide.” Sofi sighs and pulls out her phone. “But if it makes you feel any better, he’s not all cologne and rose petals. He grew up with Kostya. Difficult to say if they were friends, but… he’s s

DAPHNEI glance at the clock for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes and silently beg it to go faster. Shockingly, it does not comply.“Oh, my, I’m so sorry, Daphne.” Todd taps a stack of papers on the table in front of him. “Are we keeping you from something more important?”Yes, asshole—actually, you are. “Of course not,” I dismiss with a wave of my hand. “I want to make sure we get this show smoothed over, but I?—”“You’re damn right, you need to smooth this over!” Keith shoots his brother a hard glance before turning his impatience on me. “We’re already wasting thousands of dollars on adjusting the advertising campaign. Not to mention the hours of humiliation explaining to our investors why their favorite artist will not be featured.”Hazel’s grin reaches her ears, but not her eyes. She’s juuust this side of shredding The Tweedles with her bare hands. “I’m sure they all understood why you’re not supporting the work of a sexual predator.” She gasps like she was just struck w

PASHAI’m on my tenth attempt to read the same sentence in the Chekhov International Employee Handbook. No matter what I do, my mind keeps wandering back to Daphne’s blowup in the car.Do you respect your employees?I know what she was really asking. Do I walk my talk? Do I hold my people accountable? Am I the man I claim to be?I wanted to say yes, just to have the higher ground. So I could proudly be better—far better—than her dickhead employers.But it’s been bugging me ever since she brought it up.That’s why I’m on page seventy-two of this handbook and silently cursing whoever decided we needed a fucking Bible instead of a few simple pages.I’m still irritated that Daphne has no problem standing up to me, but can’t do the same to those idiots she calls her bosses. She doesn’t hesitate to tell me exactly where I can stick my overbearing habits—but them? The second they seem even mildly displeased, she bows under their pressure and slinks off to the corner.I was so fucking pissed.

DAPHNEOn the way to the restaurant after a quick pit stop at the cell phone store, I send out texts to give the important people my new number. Hazel, Mel, Jameson, Pasha. I download an app that lets me spin up a secondary VoIP number and I give that one to Todd and Keith, because I’ll be damned if they farm my shit out to Conrad and Brittany again.I hardly trust them to pay me these days. They’ve been so jumpy, so easily startled, like they’re constantly hovering over something top secret.I consider extending an olive branch to my parents—but the thing is, one too many olive branches given away makes a tree bare.So on second thought, forget that.When we arrive at Chez Moliere, Lev helps me out of the car and holds the restaurant door open for me. It looks like I’m the first one here—aside from the birthday lady herself.Asya beams at me and sweeps across the room to wrap me up in her warm embrace. “Look at you! So radiant!” She gushes and examines me all at once. “How are you fe