office chair, hoping like hell I can run this place as well as he has. A knock on the door interrupts my dark thoughts and I shoot daggers at it. I can see the shadow of a man through the blinds and know it has to be one of my brothers, not that it matters. I treat them both the same - like the assholes they are.
“Go away,” I growl, opening my laptop so I can pretend like I’m doing something. The door opens slowly, and I roll my eyes when I see Ryker pop his head through the opening, a mischievous grin on his face. He looks more like Dad than Remy or I do.
His hair is more clean-cut, and he’s a good three inches shorter but he has the body of an ox, and he isn’t all that bad looking either.
“Don’t act like I’m interrupting something.” He chuckles, inviting himself in.
“You are,” I lie, looking down at my laptop as he takes a seat on the leather sofa across from my desk. He’s doing it to annoy me, I can tell.
He laughs. “What? You jacking off to a picture of Fallon?”
I glare at him, his question a little too close to the truth. Little does he know that happens more often than I ever want to admit. “Shut up and get out of my office. We need to be in the boardroom in ten minutes or less and instead you’re doing what? Wandering around the office causing trouble?” I love my brother, even if it seems like we are callous and almost cruel to each other. That’s just what brothers do.
“Oh, please. I was walking to the boardroom when I saw Fallon….” He cuts himself off, a smirk pulling at his lips because he knows she’s a hot topic for me. No one touches her, and no one talks about her in my presence. She’s mine as far as anyone else is concerned.
“Don’t even start, Ryker. I will kick your ass across this office, so help me…”
I don’t get to finish what I was going to say because the asshole cuts me off. “You know she’s got the worst migraine ever, right? I saw her suffering so I gave her a little massage…” It only takes a few seconds for my blood to turn boiling hot.
Tightening my hands into fists, I push up from the desk and stand, staring my brother down. He apparently wants to meet the grave digger today.
“You seriously need to knock it the fuck off…” I sneer. I’m so defensive over Fallon and she doesn’t even belong to me. Not like that.
The smirk drops off his face as his expression turns serious, even though his next words mock me. “You seriously need to tell her how you feel… before it’s too late.”
I exhale, my nostrils flaring as I try to cool my heated blood, but I don’t miss the words he adds to the end of his sentence.
Before it’s too late.
Those words will be my demise because I know Ryker is right and maybe that’s why I get so pissed off when he pushes me to do something about them. To make Fallon mine. I can’t let him know he’s getting to me.
“Get out. I don’t need this shit right now. Not when I’m about to inherit the entire company.” I shake my head, frustration lacing my words as I turn and stare out the floor-to-ceiling glass windows onto the busy street below.
“Right.” He draws the word out so it’s three syllables. “Mister I’m-The-Boss-Now. I’ll let myself out.”
Clenching my jaw, I try and will the anger away. Why did he have to come in and stir the fucking pot? As if it isn’t hard enough watching Fallon date douchebag after douchebag, Ryker has to go and throw that shit in my face.
I want Fallon.
I want my family’s company.
I want a happily ever after with the only woman I’ve ever seen myself loving even though I can never go there with her.
Another knock sounds against the wooden door and I lose it. “Go the fuck away.” I snap, realizing a second too late that it’s Fallon standing in the doorway, a surprised look on her delicate doll like features.
“Well, hello to you too?” She bounces back from my remark quickly and I’m glad because she’s the last person I want to act like an asshole towards.
“Sorry. I’m stressed and there’s a ton of shit going on. What do you need? Did you get everything switched