Jesse Morris was a shy 25 year old who worked down the street from Janvier Inc.
Hal Janvier was a powerful man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. Once he sets his eyes on Jesse, the attraction is instant. He knew that the shy man would be h...
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My hand was still on my cheek and Hal was tilting my head this way and that, trying to check and make sure I was okay. He was literally asking as he kept searching my face.
"I'm fine, H. I promise."
Someone wraps a hand around my shoulders and held onto me. Hal, well, Hal looked angrier than I'd ever seen in. He moved so fast, one minute he was beside me and in the next he had a hand wrapped tight around Tracey's neck and squeezed.
Her eyes were wide and she was still talking.
"How dare! I'm your mother!"
Thankfully Jesper storms out of the house, reaching out for his son and dragging Hal away from Tracey. Jeff who had been holding me, tightened his grip on me. Hal took one look at me and it felt like his anger reared up again.
"H..."
Hal ran his hand through his hair and walked back to my side.
"Jeff, can you please get me some dettol wipes and that ointment cream you used the other time you didn't want a scar." Hal told Jeff who quickly walked away.
"Of course you'll be here, Jesper. Look at how your son is maltreating his mother. His own blood mother." Tracey sneered and I fought down the urge to go off at her. She deserved to have her hair pulled. I don't though. No. There's an angry Hal in front of me. Hal who was visibly shaking with how hard he was trying to calm himself down.
I was thankful Danny wasn't here to see this.
"Send her away and we can go in." I told him.
"She hurt you."
"I'm pretty sure her ring just scratched me." I told him, placing my hand on top of the hand he had on my cheeks already.
"Angel..."
"For fuck sake! It's a tiny fucking scratch, if you just give me what I ask for I'll be on my way. Hell, if you had just given it to me earlier then I wouldn't have slapped your little boy toy."
"Tracey you watch your mouth."
"Or what are you going to do, Jesper?" Tracey demeaned, hands on her hips like she owned the entire place. "A slow witted soft man with no money like you shouldn't be talking to me. I keep telling you. I kept telling you and you didn't even work for anything but our son is a fucking multi millionaire and he can't spare some change for his dear mother. How did we raise him?"
Yeah. Even I knew I wouldn't be able to talk Hal away from this one. She insulted his father.
"Tracey you have gone too far." Jesper snapped, glaring at her.
"You come to my house, disrespect the man I love, going as far as injuring him."
My heart slammed into my chest and I silently gasped. He just said that didn't he? It wasn't a figment of my imagination! He just...
