She's a headstrong lawyer who has had groundbreaking success in her field despite her young age.
They are three dominant brothers who need a lawyer for their multi-million pound business.
What could go wrong?
NOTE: THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM NOVEL
Bo...
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"No... it's no loss to me... Well then have them draw up the contracts... yes, Monday," I finish my conversation and hang up the phone, knowing all too well my brother is staring at me impatiently.
He doesn't say anything as I make a note of the conversation on my laptop before turning to the file on my desk.
He doesn't say anything when I press the intercom system to ask my personal assistant for a coffee.
He doesn't say anything when I continue to ignore him, waiting for him to get his head out of his ass and speak.
He doesn't say anything.
After about ten minutes of a twisted silence between us that weighs heavy in my office, I pick up my phone again and text Zach to join us.
He barges in after a few minutes, his eyes lighting up with mischief when he sees Callum's solemn body in one of the chairs in front of my desk.
I warn Zach with my eyes, only making them twinkle with wickedness.
"Ahhh Callie, I was wondering where you were," Zach plants a firm hand on Cal's shoulder as he smirks back at him.
He slips into the chair next to him as Cal doesn't respond, his nostrils flaring being the only indication of his annoyance.
"What's up, bro?" Zach turns his head to me, raising an eyebrow.
"This annoying fuck has been sat in here for twenty minutes now but won't say a word," I narrow my eyes at Callum, reaching no reaction.
Zach looks between us before leaning back and resting his arm on the back of Callum's chair.
"Is this about her?" Zach asks me, knowing the answer already.
It's obvious.
"Could be," I give nothing away, trying to provoke Cal into talking.
He doesn't bite.
"She did look fucking good in that short dress the other day at court. Parading around in those heels that would look so good on her whilst her legs are wrapped around my neck," Zach taunts.
I watch as Cal clenches his jaw, only urging Zach on.
"And the way she speaks. She's so quick with her words, always ready with a comeback," Zach spreads his legs a little wider, relaxing into his seat, "Too bad she wouldn't be able to speak if she had my cock jammed down her throat."
Cal flexes his fingers, his face twisting into anger at the exact same time he breaks. Within a second, he has Zach by the throat, a murderous expression on his face.
"Fucking shut up about her, Zachary," Cal spits as he tightens his hold on Zach's neck, "She's not a piece of meat or one of your fuck toys."
I sit back in my chair, trying to hide my amusement at watching my brothers go toe to toe with each other.
