I pull out of Kella and expect regret to hit me but it never comes. I watch her as we fix our clothes and give a chuckle as she tries desperately to tame her wild hair. She returns the favor when I give up trying to fix my shirt. Kind of hard to fix a shirt that no longer has buttons.

“You can try but everyone is going to know you just got fucked as soon as you walk out that door.” I laugh, dodging the fist Kella half playfully throws at me.

I don’t miss the way her legs are shaking as she slowly stands, taking in the mess of my office. I lost control, I’ve never had sex in this office, it’s been a rule of mine before now to never mix business with pleasure. Kella is making me forget who I am, making me forget why the rules exist in the first place.

And there it is. Regret rushing through me so quickly I almost gasp out loud. It’s not regret for sleeping with her; the beast inside me is so fucking happy. I’ve taken something no other man can. Something that can never be taken back. No, I regret that this can’t happen again. That I can’t enjoy her, take her home, put her in my bed and take my time. This must be as far as it ever goes and I know this is going to break her.

“Here it comes, right?” Kella says, crossing her arms over her chest. Her cheeks are still flushed from her orgasm and the back of her hair is pushed up from being rubbed on the desk.

“You know …” I start, I really have no idea what the fuck to say to her right now.

“Save it,” she hisses, flipping me the bird and storming out of my office.

I don’t hear any catcalls so I’m assuming the look on her face must have made the guys think twice about giving her a hard time.

I walk to the door and motion Jake into the office before I begin picking up the scattered paperwork. Looks like the mouse to my computer is shattered from hitting the wall. I give a frustrated sigh and run my fingers through my hair as Jake walks in, shutting the door behind him.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he mutters, sitting down in a chair.

“You gonna help me clean this shit up?” I reply, throwing a stack of paperwork on the desk.

“Oh no, you made this mess, you’re gonna clean it up.” Jake chuckles but there is no humor in it.

“I don’t want to deal with your mouth right now. Is it done?” I give up on straightening the room, grabbing my office chair and wheeling it back to my desk before plopping down in it.

“This room smells like sex,” Jake says, he sniffs the air and gives me a disgusted look. I almost wonder if he realized he was speaking out loud.

“Is.It.Fucking.Done?” I hiss, leaning forward on my desk, resting my elbows on the wood, remembering how Kella’s ass was just there a few minutes ago. Shit, I can still taste her on my lips.

“Yes, it’s done. Her car will probably be considered totaled with all the damage. Sugar in the gas tank, shattered all the windows, spray painted cunt across the hood, that was my idea,” Jake stops speaking to give me a wink, “the tires were shredded, someone may have pissed in the backseat, and her stereo was taken for good measure.” He chuckles as if trashing Elizabeth’s car is a fond memory. Fucking psychopath.

Not for the first time I’m grateful Jake is on my side. He’s rash and young, but he’s fucking crazy and not someone to take lightly.

“Did you take care of your end?” Jake says, trying to avoid looking obvious while he studies the room. I know what he’s doing, searching for proof of sex.

Then it hits me. Shit. We didn’t use anything. I know Kella’s clean because she was clearly a virgin, and I never go without them, but I doubt she’s on birth control. That’s the last complication I need.

“What just happened?” Jake says, leaning forward. My face must have given away my train of thought.

“Nothing. Lexi just dropped off Elizabeth’s checkbook, she grabbed it from her purse earlier today. Now I call our guy at the bank and watch her account get drained.” I smirk when Jake looks irritated with my avoidance.

“Sounds like you just have everything under control,” Jake says, his voice mocking me as he stands.

“I don’t like your fuckin’ tone,” I growl, more mad at myself than him.

“I bet you fucking don’t, old man,” Jake growls back, walking out of the office and slamming the door behind him.

A few weeks ago, I would have had his fucking head for talking to me that way. A few weeks ago, I would have never thought getting revenge on Elizabeth would be so easy. A few weeks ago, I would have never thought it was possible to get everything and nothing you want at the same time.