scheme in the book. But even more so, I couldn’t believe that Bryson was buying into it. Hell, maybe he wasn’t actually down over me. He could’ve been down over this situation, knowing he’d be paying big for the next eighteen years of his life.
But this wasn’t about Bryson’s doings. This was about my livelihood; my career. So instead of getting wrapped up in his drama, I told her, “You can do whatever you want as long as my check clears.”
Bryson
She wouldn’t even look at me.
It was Kennedy’s last week on the job and she wouldn’t even give me the privilege of her eyes, knowing they were the windows to her soul. I understood her uneasiness, but it seemed like the layer was even thicker than usual. Even when I said things to deliberately get on her nerves, or did things I knew would annoy her, she seemed completely unfazed; moving right along to get things done as quickly as possible.
And I couldn’t stand it.
So when I caught her coming out of my closet, I cut her off so that she was forced to acknowledge me. She still didn’t look at me, just tried to squeeze past me as she offered a low, “Excuse me, Bryson.”
I moved in closer. “No. You’re not excused. We need to talk.”
Her voice remained low and her eyes stayed down as she replied, “I’m not here to talk. I’m here to do my job and go on about my day. Now if you have a problem with that, then we can surely cut this little week short. I could honestly care less about the money at this point.”
I let her get past, but still followed her as she headed down the stairs.
“Well if you’re not here for the money, then why are you here? ” She sighed heavily, turning around to shoot me a scowl before continuing down the stairs.
“Because I have an obligation to be here, that’s why.”
I watched as she snatched her jacket and purse from the couch preparing to leave. But there was no way I was letting her get away with so much negative energy surrounding us.
I followed her to the door as I asked, “So that’s what I am to you now? Not a want, or a need, but an obligation?” Of everything Kennedy had ever said to me, that one easily offended me the most.
She worked to get her jacket on and I stepped in to help her. “That’s exactly what you are. The only reason I’m here is because I signed a contract.”
“Oh, you mean the same contract that said ‘any consensual sex between Mr. Bryson Harris and Ms. Kennedy Wilson may be deemed grounds for immediate termination unless specified beforehand’ ?”
Her tone reeked of sarcasm as she replied, “Terminate me. Please . I’m begging you.”
I opened the door for her, but not without saying, “You and I both know that’d be way too easy. And besides, if I terminated you, it wouldn’t exactly be the best look on your record.” The least I could do was let her go out legit.
But she still brushed me off as if it was no big deal. “I already have a job lined up, but I appreciate you thinking about someone other than yourself for a change.”
&
“What’s your last name?”
She looked confused, pushing her salad around her plate as she asked, “Come again?”
I stared at her for a few seconds longer, knowing this little impromptu lunch that Leslie insisted on setting up was incredibly pointless, before I asked again, “What’s your last name? If you’re supposedly carrying my child, the least I could do is know your last name.”
She blushed, dropping her fork to her plate before she answered, “Oh. Right. It’s Cooper.”
“Hmm… Nicole Cooper. The gold-digger that’s trying to ruin my reputation. Got it.” She smacked her teeth, snatching her napkin from her lap before tossing it on the table.
“Nobody forced you to have sex with me, Bryson. You chose, you wanted it, and you got it plus more.” She even emphasized her point with a little belly rub that made my belly turn. I was still pretty confident that she wasn’t carrying my seed, but just the
But this wasn’t about Bryson’s doings. This was about my livelihood; my career. So instead of getting wrapped up in his drama, I told her, “You can do whatever you want as long as my check clears.”
Bryson
She wouldn’t even look at me.
It was Kennedy’s last week on the job and she wouldn’t even give me the privilege of her eyes, knowing they were the windows to her soul. I understood her uneasiness, but it seemed like the layer was even thicker than usual. Even when I said things to deliberately get on her nerves, or did things I knew would annoy her, she seemed completely unfazed; moving right along to get things done as quickly as possible.
And I couldn’t stand it.
So when I caught her coming out of my closet, I cut her off so that she was forced to acknowledge me. She still didn’t look at me, just tried to squeeze past me as she offered a low, “Excuse me, Bryson.”
I moved in closer. “No. You’re not excused. We need to talk.”
Her voice remained low and her eyes stayed down as she replied, “I’m not here to talk. I’m here to do my job and go on about my day. Now if you have a problem with that, then we can surely cut this little week short. I could honestly care less about the money at this point.”
I let her get past, but still followed her as she headed down the stairs.
“Well if you’re not here for the money, then why are you here? ” She sighed heavily, turning around to shoot me a scowl before continuing down the stairs.
“Because I have an obligation to be here, that’s why.”
I watched as she snatched her jacket and purse from the couch preparing to leave. But there was no way I was letting her get away with so much negative energy surrounding us.
I followed her to the door as I asked, “So that’s what I am to you now? Not a want, or a need, but an obligation?” Of everything Kennedy had ever said to me, that one easily offended me the most.
She worked to get her jacket on and I stepped in to help her. “That’s exactly what you are. The only reason I’m here is because I signed a contract.”
“Oh, you mean the same contract that said ‘any consensual sex between Mr. Bryson Harris and Ms. Kennedy Wilson may be deemed grounds for immediate termination unless specified beforehand’ ?”
Her tone reeked of sarcasm as she replied, “Terminate me. Please . I’m begging you.”
I opened the door for her, but not without saying, “You and I both know that’d be way too easy. And besides, if I terminated you, it wouldn’t exactly be the best look on your record.” The least I could do was let her go out legit.
But she still brushed me off as if it was no big deal. “I already have a job lined up, but I appreciate you thinking about someone other than yourself for a change.”
&
“What’s your last name?”
She looked confused, pushing her salad around her plate as she asked, “Come again?”
I stared at her for a few seconds longer, knowing this little impromptu lunch that Leslie insisted on setting up was incredibly pointless, before I asked again, “What’s your last name? If you’re supposedly carrying my child, the least I could do is know your last name.”
She blushed, dropping her fork to her plate before she answered, “Oh. Right. It’s Cooper.”
“Hmm… Nicole Cooper. The gold-digger that’s trying to ruin my reputation. Got it.” She smacked her teeth, snatching her napkin from her lap before tossing it on the table.
“Nobody forced you to have sex with me, Bryson. You chose, you wanted it, and you got it plus more.” She even emphasized her point with a little belly rub that made my belly turn. I was still pretty confident that she wasn’t carrying my seed, but just the
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