The Bishop Affair (Dominated by the Billionaire Brothers - Part Four) by Jennifer Simms Page A

the remains of
my shattered relationship with Eric, Jordan came along like some kind of
muscle-bound steroidal white knight instantly sweeping me off my feet and
saving me from my despair...but he ended up doing the exact same stupid thing
Eric did.
     
    Fuck. I leaned onto my side and hugged my knees
into my chest as the tears flowed. Was it me? Maybe I was the problem. Was I
just not good enough for him? For Eric? God, just tell me I’m bad a kisser
and give me a chance to improve or at least break up with me before making out
with another woman. I know I’m not one of those super hot girls that guys think
about when they masturbate but just have some decency and tell me for goodness
sa—
    The familiar buzz of my
phone inside my purse interrupted my thoughts. I was tempted to throw the whole
damn thing out the window but stopped when I remembered that the black Prada
clutch belonged Sam. I reached inside and silenced the buzzing, too sick to handle
seeing Jordan’s name on the screen, let alone hearing his voice.
     
    I dropped the purse to the
floor and rolled onto my back, watching through the tinted window tall palm
trees speed by against a darkened backdrop. The color of the sky reflected my
mood.
     
    My mind replayed the events
over and over trying to make sense of it all. Since the moment I started
working at Bishop Corp., I’d been sent through the wringer. Every day was
something different and shocking, like having to endure Trevor’s sexual torture
or Jordan’s seemingly clueless temptations. At first, it seemed like random
crazy events, the type of things you’d hear when one of your girlfriends says,
“Oh my God. Guess what happened to me today?” But the more I thought about it,
the easier it was to imagine the Bishop brothers crouched over a desk calendar,
penciling in what they were going to do to me each day.
     
    “Oho, Wednesday’s going
to be a doozy for our little Lori,” Trevor says, tapping his finger on the
corresponding calendar square. “Are you sure you want to fit all that in there?
It’s only her third day you know.”
     
    “Well, if we don’t drive
her crazy, what’s the point?” Jordan says, throwing his head back and
guffawing.
     
    “My, my, my.” Trevor rubs
his hands together and smirks. “So Lori’s going to lose her panties that
day...”
     
    “...but not before I
grope her naked body on my massage table.” Jordan makes obscene breast grabbing
motions with his large fingers.
     
    Trevor laughs. “And I
thought I was the bad one. I’ve only spanked her.”
     
    “Don’t get me wrong, dear
brother. I’m classy.” Jordan makes it a point to adjust his cuffs and tie. “
...which is why I’m also going to fuck her in the limo after work.”
     
    “Ha. Already?” Trevor
looks skeptical.
     
    “Why not? I’ve already
slept with Vanessa and three other women this week. I’m borrrrred out of my
mind.”
     
    “Well justified. To the
new personal assistant,” Trevor says, toasting a champagne glass with his
brother. “A solid million to the Bishop who sees her melt down first.”
     
    “It’s a deal!”
     
    It took a moment for the
realization to sink in but when it finally did, it sunk to the pit of my
stomach. I’d been played all along. Played by a pair of rich, twisted,
hot-as-hell devils. How could I have been so stupid? Jesus . Consumed
with overwhelming disgust, my insides heaved and I instinctively forced my lips
closed. My cheeks bloated like a puffer fish but nothing came out except air.
     
    Feeling disaster approaching
fast, I punched the intercom button. “George, pull over. Now.”
     
    The limo slowed to a smooth
stop at the side of the road just in time. I flung the door open. Despite being
aware of bystanders nearby, I leaned halfway out and spewed chunks of cocktail
shrimp mixed with expensive champagne and my own bile onto the sidewalk
pavement. There was no time to fling my hair out of the way and I saw a few
pieces of olive get