Professional Restraint

29 Fuck This!

Liam

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I growl, fishing a cell phone out of my pocket.

El is wrapped around me, her pupils blown, and the last thing I want is this fucking cell. I move to throw it away, but her hand stops mine, drawing my gaze to those endless milk chocolate pools.

"It could be important," she says, her breath airy and heavy with lust.

My cock throbs in protest, having been robbed too many times of his prize. She pushes lightly on my chest, and eyes the still ringing phone.

"Don't be too long," she teases.

Growling, I drag myself away from my comfortable position between her thighs and storm off down the hall. Who ever is on the other end of this line is not going to like what I have to say and I prefer to be out of earshot for it.

"What!?" I snarl into the phone, seconds after shutting my playroom door. The sound proofing makes for a perfect room for privacy.

"I am so sorry to call," Emilio says. "But you were right, and he's making his move."

I instantly sober hearing the news. We had expected Russel to come back at us for practically stealing his company, but this was far quicker than I had expected.

"Turns out the kid has some connections, after all." Papers ruffle in the call's background as Emilio looks for something. "It's not official yet, but he's got Capital Bank, Bachman Trust and Loan and... oh, saving the best for last, Metro Capital all backing him."

Laughing, I lean over the spanking bench in the middle of the room. "Metro? Seriously?!" I snort back another laugh. "How the fuck did that worm get three fucking banks to back him?"

"My guess? They didn't look at the books and he pulled in daddy's favours," Emilio drawls, warning that he's already ten steps ahead.

"Call Jax, give him the heads up on Metro. He has an investment there and I don't want to burn him, but the other two?" I pause, trying to think if we have any contacts at either place.

"I've got Mr. Archer at the top of my list. I was calling more for the other two... now, me being me, well, I might have dated someone that I could slip some figures to." Emilios humble brag doesn't shock me one bit and takes care of that.

"What about the other bank?" I ask, wanting to nip this in the bud.

Emilio chuckles. "Like I said, I've got this covered. This was more a 'do you want me to proceed' call."

"Have I ever mentioned how much I appreciate you?" I ask with the utmost sincerity. "Wait, if it isn't even official, how did you find out?"

He lets out a throaty chuckle. "And reveal all my tricks? Then how would I keep my job?"

It's my turn to bark out a laugh. "Man, you own a big enough stake in our company to just sit there and do nothing."

"But how boring would life be, then?" He chides. "At any rate, with your blessing, I'm gonna make his house of cards crumble."

"Work your magic, man," I say with a chuckle. "Oh and, Emilio?"

"Yeah, boss?"

"You have full discretion. My phone's going off for the night. Please make sure I'm on DND in the directory."

"Understood. Have a great night."

With that, he hangs up, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Good people make all the difference in this world, and I trust him to do what's in our best interest. More importantly, I'm officially free for the night.