HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 88

Alaric’s POV:

“You’re going to fucking thank me for this.”

Clarissa seemed proud about something. My eyes were still narrowed at the back of her head as she led me across from the main house. The moment I realized where she was taking me, red hot anger coiled in the pit of my stomach and I drew her back by her hand.

“What kind of fucking game are you playing, Clarissa?”

The gardening shed. That was where she was taking me. And if memory served me properly, we used to sneak out here whenever my mother was being unbearable.

Plus, this was where my father used to deliver punishments. Clarissa never met my father–it was why I was so desperate to turn that shed into something that wasn’t so horrific. And somehow, I managed it.

Her brows drew together. “What makes you think I’m playing games? I simply want to show you what I did.”

Her gaze dropped to where my hand was connected to her wrist and back to my eyes. I dropped her hand like it was on fire. “Fucking…” I took a breath, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What did you do? Did you take Tyler’s phone? What exactly did you do, Clarissa? I have a fucking meeting with the board and I’m running late.”

“I see that,” she murmured, rolling her eyes. And then she made the rest of the walk into the gardening shed

The moment she opened the door and stepped aside for me to enter, I froze.

Tyler Cross was on the floor, passed out in his work suit. His hands were tied above his head.

I rushed over to him, crouching so I could feel his pulse with my fingers.

It was normal.

“Relax, Alaric. He’s not dead. I only gave him a bunch of my sleeping pills… okay, maybe more than a bunch.”

What the fuck was going on here?

My gaze was still trained on Tyler’s body when I spoke. “Why is my assistant’s body in the gardening shed, Clarissa?” My voice was low and calm. Surprisingly calm, compared to what I was feeling inside.

But I was always good at keeping my emotions at bay.

“Come on,” she scoffed. “Don’t pretend you care about Meadow’s ex–fiance looking like a dead man. I bet it gets you off.”

Fucking hell.

I rose to my feet, brushing off invisible lint from my suit jacket. And then I turned to face her. “I don’t care, Clarissa. I’m more concerned about the reason you put him here than I am about seeing him like this.”

“Fair enough,” she said with a half–hearted shrug, and then she stepped forward, kicking his thigh. “He’s the scumbag playing both my nieces, isn’t he? You wanna tell me how and why he ended up as your assistant?”

I frowned. “I don’t see how this is any of your business-”

“Does Meadow know that her ex works for you?”

I gave Clarissa a flat look and she slapped her hand against her forehead. “Of course, she does. She had to have consented to it, right? Because there’s no other reason you would keep the guy who broke her heart around.”

My chest panged at that phrase: “The guy who broke her heart.‘ Somehow, the thought of someone else breaking her heart, the thought of her giving another man her delicate heart didn’t sit right with me.

Tyler Cross deserved to suffer–and he already was. But all the things that were happening to him was only the beginning.

And Clarissa trying to involve herself in this was going to fucking put me off.

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