Todos os capítulos de Banged Three Daddies To Hurt My Ex: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

ARESMonday morning, we're all in the conference room for our weekly meeting.Harvey looks like death. Marco's got that brittle control that means he's one wrong word away from snapping and I feel like I haven't slept properly in a week because I haven't.The conference room is too bright, the morning sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and making my eyes ache. My coffee tastes like ash. Everything feels off-kilter, like the world has tilted slightly on its axis and I'm the only one who's noticed.Except I'm not the only one. I can see it in the tension in Harvey's shoulders, the tight line of Marco's jaw. We're all barely holding it together, and we all know it. We just won't admit it."Singapore's out," Harvey says without preamble, tossing a folder onto the conference table with more force than necessary. "They went with Morgan Stanley instead.""Fuck," Marco mutters, running a hand through his hair. It's already disheveled, which means he's been doing that a lot thi

MARCOI read the proposal three times not because I needed to but I absorbed all the relevant information on the first pass—Queens Enterprises is solid, the fundamentals are strong, the expansion plan is smart, the projections are conservative but realistic.I read it three times because I'm stalling.Isabel Queens.The name stares back at me from the cover page, and I can't stop looking at it. I can't stop my mind from connecting the dots between the woman in the bar and the heiress who walked away from billions.I close the folder and open my laptop, my fingers moving with mechanical precision across the keyboard.I need information, data and facts. Something concrete to replace the chaos of emotions threatening to break through my carefully maintained walls.I pull up every piece of information I can find on her.Isabel Marie Queens. Born March 15, 1995. Daughter of Richard Queens, CEO of Queens Enterprises. Heiress to a fortune estimated at over two billion dollars.Yale graduate.

ARESWe reassembled in Conference Room B at 9:55 AM.I got here first, choosing my seat with strategic precision, the chair with the best view of the door. I need to see her the moment she walks in. I need those few extra seconds to prepare myself, even though I know nothing will actually prepare me for this.Marco arrived two minutes later, his expression perfectly controlled but something tight around his eyes. The tension in his shoulders. The way he sets his laptop down with just a fraction too much force.He knows he's as fucked up about this as I am.Harvey came last, moving to the head of the table with the deliberate control of a man barely holding himself together. He looks like he's carved from ice, no emotion, no warmth, and nothing but cold calculation in those blue-grey eyes but I know better.I've known Harvey for fifteen years. I can see the muscle jumping in his jaw. The white knuckles where his hands grip the armrests.We sit in silence, none of us acknowledging the t

ARESI'm still standing by the door where Isabel rejected me, staring at the space where she was just moments ago.My hand tingles where she yanked hers away. Like she'd been burned. Like touching me was painful."Well," Marco says from behind me. "That went well."I turn to find both of them watching me. Marco's expression is carefully neutral, but there's something in his eyes. Harvey looks carved from ice, but his knuckles are white where they're gripping the edge of the table."She said no," I state the obvious, my voice flat."You asked her to dinner," Harvey says. It's not a question. "Thirty seconds after she finished her pitch.""I—" I stop. He's right. What the fuck was I thinking? "Yeah. I did.""Smooth," Marco mutters.I move back to the table, collapsing into my chair. My heart is still racing. My entire body feels like it's been electrified.Seeing her again. Sitting across from her. Listening to her pitch while remembering exactly what she looks like naked.It was tortur

ISABELI arrived at BDS Partnership at 1:55 PM, five minutes early. I’m professional, prepared and in control, that's the version of myself I need to project today.I'm wearing a different suit—charcoal grey this time, perfectly tailored, with a white silk blouse underneath. My hair is pulled back in the same sleek bun and my makeup is flawless.Sarah greets me with a knowing smile. "Good morning, Conference Room B, Ms. Queens. They're expecting you."I thank her and walk down the now-familiar hallway, my heels clicking with steady precision.I can do this, I've prepared for this and I know exactly what I'm going to say. I stop outside the door, take a deep breath, and push it open.All three of them are already there. Ares sits facing the door, and his face lights up when he sees me. That devastating smile that makes my stomach flip.Marco is to his right, grey eyes tracking my every movement as I enter and Harvey sits at the head of the table again, his expression carved from ice.