"Oh God no the girls!"

I hurriedly rushed out of my room, hastily grabbing my dressing gown and wrestling myself into it, fastening it around me as I tore down the stairs barefoot. I head over to Marroitt's quarters.

"S-sir Erland! What a Surprise!.." he sputters as I burst into his room. Startled in the process of putting on his coat, he swallows as he attentively listens to my elaborate plan to get rid of the girls.

"But Sir, won't they..."

"Trust me. It will be easier that way."

"But Sir, isn't that kidnapping, sir?'

"We'll just tell them the room was on fire or something."

For the first time in years, Marriott looks straight in my eyes and says the one word I never expected in a million years to come out of his moustached mouth.

"No."

"What?!" I ask him incredulously. For a second, I thought I heard him wrong. His subsequent frown however indicated otherwise.

"Do it yourself, Lanny. Your father will boot me out if I do that." he puts his foot down firmly. I cannot force the old man as it was never really in his job description.

"Lanny...?....Father...?" He has never called me by my nickname before. This whole tirade reeks of Father.

"He told you to do this, didn't he?"

"I will neither confirm nor deny the accusation held against me, Master Rolf," he looks up at me defiantly and walks away.

*************

I'm in my car on the way to 507 Bellevue Avenue, Sterling St. because my insufferable father bribed my faithful- now come to think of it, not-so-faithful steward into not lifting a finger in the disposal service.

The road curves and bends into narrower streets.

"Can't believe yer actually escorting us." Pink's friend mumbles with a yawn. Pink is fast asleep on her lap.

I remain silent as we pass the tall apartment complexes to the more crowded parts of town. Being 6 am in the morning the city is just rising up.

"Don't ya toffers usually make yer lackeys take care of stuff like this?"

Her words pierce through my conscience like a sharpened spear but doesn't go quite through as much. Toffer, eh? I still decided to ignore her.

"After all, ye 're yet to cash us, I wonder what we could expect?" she smiles coyly.

I brake abruptly startled. "Cash?!"

I turn back to see her stare back at me with dead eyes and an amused smile.

"What do you mean cash woman?! Weren't you a guest?!"

She laughed aloud at that.

"Ah! God, you're 'ilarious!" She said wiping the tears in the corner of her eyes.

"You've gotta be joking...." I muttered parking the car at the side of the road.

I scowled at her smug little gob. "I'm serious woman. I didn't know I was being billed by the hour!"

"Don't be ridiculous! Ye special-requested Lou and me for a full day, ye even wanted black 'aired girls..."

Bloody Devils! That is the type of woman Davian prefers. My eyes widened in shock mixed with parts of disgust and horror.

"...Lou 'ere even 'ad to dye 'er 'air just to meet yer weird request..."

Ohmygod, Ohmygod I just shagged my brother's whores. The very thought makes every fibre of my being cringe. No wonder the were more than eager. Flashbacks of yesterday night haunt me.

I have officially hit a new bottom. I cannot differentiate between pro and amateur. It is difficult to morph my face into even a semblance of anything else but horror and confusion for the rest of the ride.

After caving in and paying them I also dropped them off at their dinghy apartment.

***********

"God, I should have been there to see the expression on your face, This is too good..." Alice crumbles helplessly into more tears of laughter. I'm hardly amused.

Davian was not even remotely amused this morning. He had to go to bed drinking himself to stupor as he had assumed that his 'companions' hadn't turned up at the event. He even questioned if I had done that deliberately just to spite him. I pointed to the 2000 pound hole in my pocket and dared him to speak.

His sense of humor returned abruptly.

"Sarah will be out in a minute. Wonder what she will think.." she smiled impishly.

"Heavens no, you are not doing that. Alice.." I warned.

"Alice.. that's my mother.." She just ignored me and continued typing into her laptop, turning the other way.

I block her screen with my palm. "Promise me, Alice. She will disown me. She's orthodox to the core, man."

"You should've realized that before slipping up," she grinned.

"Alice!" I whisper-yelled. Reaching to grab her phone out of her hand.

"Alice dear, is this brute bothering you, love?"

A beautifully regal middle-aged looking woman with her hair pinned up in a gorgeous bun and wisdom in her eyes. The very picture of fashionable professionalism.

"Mother! how lovely..." I start turning around to face the angelic being that is my mother.

"Save it." She bites out turning around and walking off in the direction of her cubicle.

I follow her closely behind, passing several designers on their desks and a few next to their mannequins taking measurements. My face is in half the pictures hanging on the walls but my focus is solely on the petite woman that all of us love and adore. Her tenacity and ability to assess situations shrewdly is to be envied.

Hell, we are looking at the woman who managed to maintain a beautiful relationship with a man who turns into a wolf on will after building him up from the devastation of losing his fated mate.

I would be lying if I say I never wished I was mated to someone as tenacious and majestic as her.

"Good Morning Dylan, send me all of our appraisals again, could you? And also bring in the candidates for modeling our newest designs at noon."

"Yes, ma'am. When do you want to talk to the Mall representative ma'am? We have an appointment with them today for 1 pm with one Mr..."

"Send him in immediately. The candidates may have to wait. Oh, and Dylan?" She paused taking a sip of her coffee.

"..Don't let anyone in before that."

"But Mother..." I cut in.

"Understood?" she nodded at her poor assistant.

"Yes ma'am." He bowed and took hold of the cup she handed him. She took off with her head held high and slammed the door on my face.

I proceeded to follow her into the glass-walled cubicle.

"I'm sorry , sir but ma'am is busy today. You can speak with her later after requesting an appointment."

He deliberately blocks my path.  I clench my teeth beyond irritated now.

"Do you know who I am, boy?"

What a fuckin prat! I am the fucking owner for heaven's sake! He simply strolls over to his phone on his desk and buzzes my mom to ask.

I rolled my eyes and pushed the cubicle door open, but not before cursing the goof that has the gall to call himself my mother's assistant. His nameplate read Dylan Hyland. He is definitely getting a Performance Evaluation at the next possible chance.

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