Their three children were all of school age now, and more than a handful, especially their youngest, Aidan, who was always getting into one scrape or another. He reminded Jason of himself at that age, and he had no more patience with his son than his parents had had with him.
All of the many and varied demands on his schedule meant he had very few hours in the day to indulge in what he referred to as “recreational time”. Jason had always been a man of rather insatiable sexual appetites, dating back as far as his early teens, and he was also known to like more than his fair share of kink. He’d known from the day she’d happily agreed to marry him that Charlotte couldn’t even begin to satisfy either need. In fact, she was a bit of a prude when it came to the bedroom, and more often than not these days she’d claim fatigue or stress from dealing with the children all day as a way to cop out of sex. And Charlotte would have been shocked to the tips of her very proper Ferragmo pumps to fully realize many of the more, er, unconventional things he enjoyed in the bedroom.
He’d had a very satisfactory arrangement set up with the shapely Swedish law student he’d met at one of the kink bars he liked to frequent. Greta had been a dynamo in bed, even enjoyed taking charge when he’d been in the mood to allow it, and she’d been game for almost anything - especially after he’d set her up in a charming flat in the Marina District where he could pop in for a convenient visit during his lunch break or right after work.
But that particular relationship was now a thing of the past, ever since his schedule - and his entire life - had been fucked over good with the transfer to Scotts Valley. Tired of his neglect, the hot-blooded Greta hadn’t wasted any time in finding herself a new boyfriend - a filthy rich Middle Eastern real estate magnate who had neither a wife, children, nor a fucking long commute to make demands on his time.
It hadn’t taken Jason long to find some new action, but he couldn’t afford to start up another long term arrangement right now. Not only was his free time severely limited, but so were his finances. His salary had fortunately remained the same after the transfer, but there were newly added expenses with commuting, plus the private school where all three children were enrolled had raised their already exorbitant tuition even higher. Charlotte had never had much concept about money - one of the many reasons she’d never been considered for a position with her family’s own company - and spent it on frivolous items that they really couldn’t afford.
And everything - every single one of his woes - could be blamed entirely on that arrogant, ruthless bastard Ian. All of this was his fault, no question about it. It was solely because of him and that treacherous, scheming bitch he was currently banging that Jason’s life was such a miserable, fucked-up mess.
Out of Charlotte’s three male cousins, Jason had always disliked Ian the most, not that he’d been overly fond of Hugh or Colin, either. But at least Hugh was personable enough to shake his hand and make him feel welcome, while Colin had been a real hell raiser in his day until he’d finally settled down in recent years. Ian, though, had always been a stuck-up, cold-hearted prick, looking at Jason as though he wasn’t fit to be breathing the same air as the rest of the family.
And actually working for the bastard had been ten times worse. Ian had acted like a fucking king in the office, imposing rules and regulations that Jason had found unreasonable and often intolerable. Still, with Ian on the road almost half of each month, Jason had been able to shirk his duties with relatively little difficulty, largely by heaping work on his PA and the management support team, and by passing on assignments to lower level managers. He’d had a nice, comfortable arrangement going there, one that allowed him plenty of free time to indulge in his “recreational” pursuits.
But then everything had gone to hell overnight when that sanctimonious hard-ass Ian had caught him red-handed with the blonde bitch - literally speaking, given that he’d been very pleasurably groping the girl’s big tit at the time. To say that Ian had completely overreacted was putting it mildly, and Jason had remained convinced that the real reason he’d been banished to Scotts Valley was because his arrogant boss had lusted after the tart himself.
Not that he blamed Ian, of course. From the first time he’d laid eyes on the luscious Tessa, Jason had been determined to have her. She wasn’t his usual type - too young and innocent and shy - but with a body like hers, well, she was every man’s type. He’d lusted after her ripe, sexy body, her full, pillowy lips, and all that long, blonde hair, and had turned on every bit of charm he possessed to entice her into his bed. The thought of spanking her shapely ass until it was bright red, or cuffing her to a St. Andrew’s cross while he fucked her brutally, had made him salivate at the thought of possessing her.
But she hadn’t wanted to play his little game of flirting and seduction, had scurried away from him like a frightened mouse each time he’d approached her. Given some of the really filthy, obscene things he’d murmured in her ear, even he had been surprised when she hadn’t turned him in to HR. But he’d also quite deliberately made sure to subtly remind her that he was her superior and, more importantly, a member of the Gregson family. The girl had evidently feared for her job security for she’d kept her mouth shut about his continued harassment.
And of course Ian’s little shadow - that pain-in-the-arse, by-the-book Andrew - had always seemed to be in the vicinity whenever Jason had tried to approach Tessa. Jason now knew without a doubt that Andrew had been intentionally tasked to do just that - a task handed down by the fucking king himself.
He’d heard about Ian’s new amour from Charlotte, and it hadn’t taken him very long at all to put two and two together. Jason’s reaction upon discovering that the beautiful blonde Ian was apparently quite taken with was Tessa had been a combination of amusement, anger, and an overwhelming need for vengeance. He blamed both of them equally for the unsatisfactory situation he found himself in, and grew more determined with each passing day to make them pay dearly.
Last evening had been the first time he’d seen either of them since the holiday party last December. His fists had clenched in fury to see the way Ian kept the gorgeous blonde tucked firmly against his side, refusing to release her even for a moment. He was too old for her, of course, and Jason had told Charlotte rather scathingly that Ian must need a boost to his ego after turning forty earlier in the year.
Charlotte had frowned at him disapprovingly. “Why would you say that? Ian looks marvelous for his age, a lot fitter than men ten years younger. He could have most any woman he wanted. No, according to Aunt Joanna he really loves this girl. And she’s crazy about him, too.”
“Probably crazy about his money,” Jason had muttered darkly.
That was yet another gripe he had against Ian - how much money the bloke had. It just wasn’t fair that he and Charlotte weren’t even a fraction as rich as Ian or his brothers were. While there was no possible way that scatterbrained Charlotte could have ever held a position of any significance in the family business, there was no reason at all why Jason shouldn’t be at an equal level with her three cousins.
Charlotte, of course, had insisted on saying hello to her cousin, and had dragged a reluctant Jason over to greet Ian and his well-kept bitch. Tessa admittedly looked every inch the pampered and spoiled girlfriend of a very wealthy man, even in the more casual island style dress she’d been wearing. It had seemed that being Ian’s bedmate agreed with her.
And there was very little doubt that she was earning her keep on a regular basis. She’d had that just-fucked look about her, gazing up at Ian with almost sickening sweetness, and the looks that passed between the pair of them were nothing less than smoldering. Oh, no, Ian was enjoying her thoroughly and often, definitely getting his money’s worth from that hot, ripe body. The satisfied look on the prick’s face as he held Tessa tightly against him made Jason long to shove a fist into his jaw.
Charlotte had been predictably oblivious to the thick tension in the air when both Ian and Tessa had barely acknowledged him. It had been
left to Charlotte to do most of the talking, and Jason had almost cringed when she’d happily babbled on about the four of them getting together for dinner soon, or inquiring if Tessa would be joining the family later in the year in England for the holidays. Ian had smoothly changed the subject each time Charlotte hit on something awkward, and the ninny had naively never even sensed there was anything wrong.
Jason had drank steadily during the evening, his fury building each time he happened to glance over in the direction of Ian’s table. It made him sick to his stomach to see the way that blonde whore fawned over Ian, touching his arm and gazing at him in adoration, like he was the fucking king and everyone else here in the room his doting subjects.
‘Fuck the pair of them,’ Jason had thought darkly. ‘He was probably screwing her the whole time she worked there. That’s why he shipped you off to bloody Scotts Valley, because you dared to poach on his territory.’
He’d thought often of filing a complaint against Ian, or at least blowing the whistle on his amorous activities with one of his staff members. But every time he’d considered the idea, Jason knew it was virtually useless. Tessa had very conveniently resigned recently, removing any obstacle to her having a relationship with Ian. And since Ian reported directly to his father and uncle, both of whom had been fully apprised of the situation, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be disciplined for any of his past activities.
‘No,’ Jason had told himself firmly. ‘You’ll have to figure out a different way to get back at them. And they will pay for what they’ve done to you.’
***
Tessa had just pulled on a sheer green cotton cover-up over her emerald green bikini when a knock sounded on the front door of the suite. She frowned, for the butler was usually off duty at this time of the afternoon, and Ian would have used his card key to gain entrance. As the knocking persisted, however, she heaved a little sigh and walked over to the door.
It had been an especially hectic morning, the last full day of the manager’s meeting, and Ian had insisted she take the afternoon off and go relax on the beach. Even Andrew had shooed her off, confirming that he and Shelby could easily handle the rest of the afternoon’s scheduled events. Still feeling more than a little guilty, Tessa had nonetheless returned to the suite and changed into her beachwear.
“Who is it, please?” she asked, unable to see anyone through the peep hole.
The voice on the other side of the door was the familiar Australian accent of the private butler assigned to the owner’s suite. “It’s Geoffrey, Miss Lockwood. I have a delivery for you and Mr. Gregson.”
Tessa still thought it a bit odd that Geoffrey was on duty at this time of the day, but supposed the rest of the staff was busier than usual because of the manager’s meeting. She unlocked the door and opened it slowly.
And then gasped as Jason rushed past her into the room before she could stop him, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her along with him as he kicked the door shut.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded. “What’s happened to Geoffrey?”
Jason snickered. “Most likely enjoying his afternoon break, I assume. I happened to notice him leaving this suite the other day, chatted him up a bit. Did you know I lived in Australia for a time, picked up the accent in no time?”
Tessa tugged on her wrist but his grip was like steel. “Let go of me, Jason. You don’t scare me anymore. And Ian will kick your ass if he finds you here.”
“Oh, but he won’t, sweet thing. When I snuck out of that god-awful boring meeting, he was about to start droning on about some budget bullshit. He’ll be there for hours yet. More than enough time for you and I to have a little chat.”
Tessa forced down the sense of panic that threatened to overtake her. “We have nothing to say to each other.”
“Then fucking listen, you little bitch.” His voice was filled with venom, and he twisted her wrist hard enough to make her yelp in pain. “You and your lover screwed up my life big time. He banished me to that stinking hotel, demoted me, all because I dared to put my hands on you. And all the time the fucking hypocrite was banging you himself.”
Tessa shook her head vehemently. “No, no. You’re wrong. We weren’t together then. Ian didn’t know I was separated from my husband at the time and he wouldn’t have -”
“Fucked a married woman? Oh, yes, noble, honorable Ian, never doing the wrong thing, always the perfect gentleman,” spat Jason. “Well, maybe he wasn’t tapping you then, sweet thing, but he sure as hell wanted to. So he sent me away like I was a naughty child who’d tried to play with his favorite toy.”
Tessa wished fervently that she wasn’t barefoot, wasn’t quite so scantily dressed. She gave another experimental tug on her wrist, which only made him tighten his grip, and she knew her skin would already be starting to bruise.
“What do you want, Jason?” she asked with a calm she certainly didn’t feel. “Your insults aren’t going to change anything. And your being here is only going to make things worse once Ian learns about it.”
“He can’t fire me, if that’s what you’re thinking, sweet thing,” replied Jason arrogantly. “My father-in-law won’t leave the father of his grandchildren without a steady income. Besides, you and your lover owe me big time. And now it’s time for me to start collecting on that debt.”
Jason shoved her up against the wall, pushing his leanly muscled - and very obviously aroused - body against hers. Tessa turned her head to the side in revulsion as he ground himself against her.
“Come on, you hot bitch. Don’t pretend you don’t want to get fucked. Look at you,” purred Jason. “Mmm, I’ll bet Ian likes to take you for a good, long ride every night. But it’s time for that greedy bastard to start sharing a little. I mean, he’s got it all, doesn’t he? Money, power, prestige, and the hottest, sweetest piece of ass I’ve ever seen. I might not get my fair share of all the rest, but I’m damned sure going to take my share of you.”
Tessa tried in vain to shove him off of her, wishing that she was wearing a pair of her stilettos so that she could drive a spiked heel through his foot. “Guess what, asshole? Ian doesn’t share. And there is no way in hell you’re putting your disgusting hands on me.”
Jason laughed, an ugly, menacing sound. “And exactly how are you going to prevent me from doing that, sweet thing?”
***
“Sir, we have a problem.”
Ian glanced up in irritation as Andrew approached him, an anxious look on his face. “Can it wait? The break is up in less than ten minutes, and I’m really not looking forward to hearing all the grumbling from the troops when they listen to my budget talk.”
“Jason is unaccounted for. Shelby was supposed to be keeping track of him but, well, she does tend to get distracted easily.”
Ian swore beneath his breath. “How long?”
Andrew hesitated. “At least fifteen minutes, Mr. Gregson. We think he slipped out before the break started. Shall I go look for him?”
Ian shook his head and handed Andrew his stack of notes and reports. “No. I’ll go take care of the matter. For good this time.”
“Very good, sir. Should I delay the start of the meeting then?”
Ian clapped Andrew on the shoulder. “No. I want you to start the meeting. You know every damned fact and figure in those reports better than I do, not to mention exactly what I’m prepared to say about them. Now all you have to do is get up there and deliver.”
Andrew looked shell shocked. “Mr. Gregson - I don’t think -”
“I do. Don’t let me down, Andrew. I’ll be back as soon as I kick that bastard’s arse. Which shouldn’t take very long at all.”
Before Andrew could protest further, Ian was striding out of the meeting room, nearly breaking into a jog as he headed towards his suite. He had no doubt whatsoever that Jason had gone in that direction. He only hoped Tessa hadn’t encountered the bastard, or that Jason hadn’t gone a little crazy and attempted to harass her in any way. Ian’s h
ands clenched and unclenched as he continued on his way, almost hoping for an opportunity to put his fist solidly in Jason’s mouth, to shatter his jaw as he’d vowed to do all those months ago.
But the very last thing he’d expected to find when he burst inside the suite was a trembling Tessa rubbing her right hand and grimacing in pain, while an astonished Jason was gingerly feeling his nose, blood pouring down between his fingers.
Ian slammed the door to the suite shut decisively, and held out an arm for his beloved. She rushed to his side and he held her close against him, silently offering her comfort. He grimaced as he noticed the dark bruise around her left wrist, but then couldn’t help grinning when he saw the reddened knuckles of her other hand.
“Got him good, did you, love?” he asked in amusement. “What was it - a right hook?”
Tessa shook her head, wrapping her arms around his waist and burrowing her face against his shoulder. “Upper cut,” she mumbled.
He stroked her hair tenderly. “Well, that is your best punch, after all.”
“Fucking bitch broke my nose,” muttered Jason. “I need to go have this looked at.”
Ian’s voice was like a whip crack. “You’ll stay where the hell you are. I don’t give a damn if you bleed to death. I’ll deal with you in a minute.” Turning to Tessa, his voice became warm and gentle. “Now, I’d like you to go wait for me down at the beach, all right? I’ll be along in just a moment. Jason and I need to have a little talk.”
She shook her head, touching his cheek in concern. “Don’t. He’s not worth it. Please.”
“Shh.” He pressed a kiss to her brow. “Let me deal with this, darling. I promise everything will be fine. Now go, please. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
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