HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 113

Alaric’s POV:

That was the sound the bottle made when it came in contact with the desk, right by his fingers.

“Shit,” he cursed in fear, starting to move his hand.

“Don’t fucking move those hands,” I gritted out. My gaze shifted to the dent on my desk.

There was no damage to the bottle. Just my desk.

Fucking hell. I loved this desk. I had plans of bringing Meadow here, bending her over and fucking her from behind.

But maybe… maybe this wasn’t so bad. I’d have a new one made. And we would christen that one. This bastard already ruined it with his fucking shoes anyway.

“You were only trying to ”

“To what? Impress me?” I scoffed. “You’ve been trying a little too hard lately, Cross. Haven’t you?”

He blinked twice, looking to the side as if there was someone there who could help him. Save him.

“I t–thought… I thought it was cleared. The confirmation came through.”

He was avoiding my eyes–a clear sign that he was telling me lies. And I wasn’t going to stand for that.

I brought the bottle down again, and this time…

This time, it came down hard on his pinky finger. Godfuckingdammit. I hadn’t meant to do that.

“Fuck!” Tyler cursed out loud, snatching his hand back as he doubled over, breathing hard. And when he looked back at me, tears had gathered in his eyes.

Low tolerance for pain. Pathetic.

Maybe I had meant to do that after all.

“Shhhh,” I shushed. “Place them back on the desk.”

His breath came out shaky as he complied,

“Tell me the truth, Cross. I’m in a rather cranky mood today as you can see. And of course, I could find out who the money was sent to with no problem, but I’d rather you tell me so we can both have a happy ending.” I tilted my head, jaw ticking. “Or a very painful ending if it was you trying to steal from me.”

Leaning in, I smirked at him. “This is still going to end painfully for you if you don’t tell me who the culprit is. I have been tolerating you, Cross. Are you aware of that?”

“No, sir,” he gritted out. I arched a brow and he swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” I muttered. “Now you’re aware of that… care to tell me why the hell you transferred such a large sum from the company’s account? And to whom?”

A few seconds passed without an answer from him, and when I got impatient, I raised the bottle again.

“No, please!” he begged, although his hands remained on the desk, his pinkie finger swelling up and turning red.

“My patience is running thin, Cross. You have one last chance to-”

“She said you wouldn’t notice,” he blurted out, his entire face burning pink. He was shaking, but that was none of my concern.

The words he had just uttered were.

“She?”

Somehow, I already knew who he was referring to before he even spoke.

Tyler sniffed, his eyes meeting mine as he said her name: “Clarissa. That chick is fucking crazy.”

I froze for a second, quickly regaining my composure before he would notice that I was rattled. Pushing away from the table, I stood to my full height, clenching my jaw hard.

How on earth was Clarissa able to pull something like this? She had to know that I would find out–which meant that this was just a game to her. She did this on purpose.

“She said she would put it back before anyone realized it was gone-”

“Tell me, Cross. Have you fucked her?” I asked slowly.

His eyes widened. “What?”

I scowled at him. “Have you stuck your fucking dick inside of her pussy?”

“N–no, no, I haven’t. I swear! I haven’t even seen her since that day I helped her from the airport and she drugged me.”

My eyes shifted to the bottle that now laid on the desk. I was tempted to use it again–this time on his head.

“So if it wasn’t her pussy, what the fuck possessed you to do what she asked you to do?”

Something flashed in his eyes. “She… she threatened to hurt my fiance. She had a photo of her and everything and I just thought-”

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