HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 111

Alaric’s POV:

“Fucking hell.”

It had been a long fucking while since I had a bad day.

Drama with my family, with Clarissa… I never considered those as bad days. Those were just minor inconveniences.

But today?

Somebody was going to end up regretting why they ever applied to work at my company–if they even lived to regret it, that is.

Fifty million dollars. That was what someone had moved from the company’s account to the wrong beneficiary.

“I didn’t authorize this, sir.” Dana breathed, looking straight into the screen of my laptop with her brows pulled together. She glanced at me nervously, and I watched her throat bob as she swallowed, turning back to face the screen.

Whatever expression I had on my face was enough to make her fidget. And I watched her every move.

The way her fingers dug into the edge of the mahogany desk, the light sheen of sweat that had coated her face.

Dana wasn’t guilty–I knew that. But she was still terrified of what I might do.

“I p–promise, I… I don’t know how this happened. It was just an hour ago I received an email from Mr. Morales-”

“So why are you shaking, Dana?” I asked firmly. She glanced at me again, her eyes widening as she stood upright. I leaned back in my seat. “If you didn’t authorize this, why do you look so guilty?”

“I’m not guilty, I’m nervous.” Her jaw was set tight. “I’ve been working here long enough to know what happens to those who cross you. And to be honest…” Her gaze dropped. “You’re looking at me like you’re certain I did it.”

My jaw tightened. “I’m certain someone did it.” My gaze shifted to the door as three knocks sounded on it. “And it looks like he’s here. That’ll be all for now, Dana,” I muttered. “Have the tech department trace the scam account.”

The money was gone, and it was going to take everything inside of me to control my anger around my fucking assistant.

I hadn’t spoken to him yet, but I knew it was him. I fucking knew it.

Over the past few weeks, he’d been doing everything he could to impress me–especially after that day I caught him unconscious in my mother’s gardening shed after Clarissa had drugged him with her sleeping pills.

It was still fucking crazy when I thought about it, and hard to believe it happened. But Cross tripping over his own damn shoes just to attend to my needs was a constant reminder that it had indeed happened.

Tyler pushed the door open just as Dana approached it. She shot him a dirty look–one that had him jerking his head backward in shock and confusion.

But when he shifted his gaze to me, he instantly knew that something was wrong.

“Come in, Cross,” I muttered. “And pour me a cup of coffee from the coffeemaker, will you?”

He nodded fiercely, heading toward the coffeemaker, but then I clicked my tongue, narrowing my gaze at him.

“You know what? I’m suddenly in need of something stronger. There’s a half–empty bottle of bourbon on top of the mini fridge. Bring it, and a glass.”

Tyler froze, his eyes widening as he turned to me. “Um, sir, I—”

“Finished my bottle of bourbon?” I murmured, feeling my lips twitch. “Oh, I know, Cross.”

The bastard had come into my office when I was absent, and had drank my bourbon, swiveled in my chair, put his fucking feet on my desk…

“Do you think I don’t have cameras in my office?”

His face paled until it was as white as a sheet, and he looked around the corners, just like I’d seen him do in the camera feed when he was searching for them. “You can’t see them. Don’t bother.”

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