I’ve always preferred my home to the office, even though I work a lot.

The whole reason I work so much in the first place is to give Penny a good life, so she has always been my priority. It wouldn’t make sense for me to then spend all my time at the office while neglecting her.

But right now, I have a completely different reason to rush home, and that reason is straining against the zipper of my jeans right now. My cock is so damn hard it’s throbbing.

I would’ve taken Megan up there on the rooftop if she weren’t a virgin. It can be painful for her, so the least I can do is make sure she’s comfortable. While it’s nice on the rooftop, it’s not the coziest place I could think of.

The whole way down, I have my hands on Megan’s tight little body. Now I know what it means for a girl to have all the right curves in all the right places.

I push her against the wall in the elevator, in the corner that I know isn’t covered by the security cameras.

“Fuck, Megan, what are you doing to me?” I ask as I claim her hot lips. Of course she can’t respond, with me doing all I can to turn her lips red and puffy, just like I did to her pussy last night.

It used to bug me that the cameras don’t cover the entire elevator, but right now that’s a good thing. I’m glad for the little bit of privacy.

I don’t really care if people are going to talk about me acting like a perv in public. But I know Megan does, and it would affect Penny, too, indirectly, if and when the vulgar details emerge in the gossip tabloids.

When we reach the ground floor, I walk briskly toward the car park, keeping my pace just slow enough so Megan can keep up.

I know something’s wrong when I see the security guard’s face. He looks apologetic, which is never a good thing.

“I’m sorry, sir,” he says, as I expect him to. “I tried to tell them they need an appointment to see you, but they wouldn’t listen.”

I glance at a couple marching across the lobby toward me. They look like they’re in their forties, and they’re furious.

I take a deep breath, readying myself for what’s to come. I don’t know what exactly their problem is with me, but I’ve made enough enemies to recognize that look of pure hatred when I see it.

“Hunter!” the man yells out. “My wife and I have been trying to call you for months. Why are you avoiding us?”

Holy hell, I don’t even know these people.

“I’m sorry, what is this about?” I ask politely.

This being Saturday, there’s only one security guard on the ground floor. I’d rather not have this turn physical, especially with Megan by my side.

I glance at her. She looks scared, trying to hide behind me. I let go of her hand. “It’s okay. Just don’t stand too close to me.”

“You forced us to sell our land a few years ago. We had to let it go, even though the price was way too low for the market and we wanted to keep it.”

Ah, two more of Lucas’ victims. Of course they’d direct all their anger at me.

He has always been sly enough to disassociate his name from all of our projects, whereas I’ve always appeared all over the news as the face of the company. I realize now that was a dumb move, but at the time I didn’t know any better.

“I assure you, Hunter Corporation has never done anything by coercion,” I say.

“Yeah, then what do you call sending thugs to our home in the middle of the night?”

“I don’t know, and I’m sorry you had to go through that. But I guarantee that Hunter Corporation has never done anything like that.”

“Fuck you, Hunter!” The man lunges at me with his fist pulled back.

Luckily, the security guard has succeeded in getting another guy to come down from his station upstairs. The two men hold back the angry guy by his chest and shoulders.

“Sir, we’re going to have to ask you to leave the premises,” one guard says.

“No! Stop treating me like a fucking criminal! I’m not the criminal here! He is!” He points at me with his index finger while screaming.

The woman, who I assume is his wife, frantically tries to get the two burly guards off him, to no avail.

“I’m sorry, sir, ma’am,” I repeat. “But Hunter Corporation has never hired any thugs or used force to acquire land. If you—”

“Bullshit!” he cuts me off.

“Please listen. I want to help you, but I can’t do that if you don’t listen.”

“Why do I have to listen to your bullshit?”

“Because I’m not the person you should be angry at. You should direct your grievance to Lucas Murdoch, the CEO of Primaland.”

“No! Your people always pass me around whenever I call, transferring me from one department to another. Now that I’ve got you here, you’re not going to tell me to just talk to yet another guy.”

“I understand your frustration, but—”

“Do you?” the woman asks. “Do you know what it’s like to lose sleep because you’re afraid some men are going to come in the night and assault your family? Do you know what it’s like to have to let go of land that has been in the family for generations, just because those same men have been threatening you for weeks?”

I take a deep breath. This is fucking frustrating, that these people are coming for me, when I’m also another victim of Lucas Murdoch’s dirty tricks.

“That’s not what I mean,” I say in as calm a voice as I can, even as my fists ball up in anger. “I’m just saying, I understand you’re frustrated, but you’re not directing it at the right person.”

“Yeah? Explain why all the paperwork has your company’s name on it, then,” the man challenges.

“Like I said, then man you want is called Lucas Murdoch of Primaland. I don’t—”

“So you’re not going to at least give us fair compensation for what you took from us?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to explain. That compensation is not mine to give, as Lucas Mur—”

“Fuck you, Hunter!” the man repeats, his face red with anger.

“I told you, John, we should’ve joined the others. He’s not going to pay up,” his wife says to him, even as she continues to glare at me.

“You’ll be hearing from the lawyer, motherfucker,” the man shouts. Then—and I wouldn’t believe someone would actually do this in real life if I didn’t see it with my own eyes—he spits. He ejects saliva from his mouth and it lands wetly on the tiled floor.

I see now that I can’t talk to these people. I don’t know what lawyer they’re talking about, but I’m sure my legal team can take care of that.

“Please escort the lady and the gentleman outside,” I say to the security guards—something I should’ve done from the beginning.

Talking hasn’t accomplished anything. It has only drained me of energy.

The two guards herd the couple out, as they continue to scream obscenities at me.

I scan the lobby for Megan, and find her standing a few feet away, near where the elevators are. I sprint toward her, worried she might be terrified.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she says, putting on a smile and a brave face.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s okay.”

“Sometimes… Well, it’s business. I try to be in control, but sometimes things happen without me knowing, things that affect people in a bad way.”

“Can we just go home?” Megan asks softly.

“Of course.” I understand why she wouldn’t want to be here, after the spectacle she just saw.

I put my hand around her waist and lead her out to the car park, the security guard following behind us in case the couple from before tries something again.

She looks fine and she says she’s fine, but I can feel her body shaking.

Damn it. Fuck Lucas. He doesn’t even have to lift a finger to mess with my family.