Throne of Truth (Truth and Lies Duet #2)(91)

The longer I was with her, the worse the lynch mob would become.

It didn’t matter what I wanted or how much I cared for her.

Elle had sacrificed far too much for me. I couldn’t let her sacrifice anymore.

I loved her too much to let all she’d worked for be stolen.

Slamming the laptop closed, I grabbed my keys and left.





Chapter Forty-Four


Elle


“ELLE, CAN YOU come in here, please?” Dad’s voice came from his office.

I’d arrived early—before most staff—to finally get stuck into my mountain of work that I hadn’t mentally been able to cope with over the past five months.

I’d kept the company ticking along—mainly thanks to Dad taking on more responsibility and Fleur’s help—but it was time I took the reins again now Penn was free.

I had finally settled my debt with him. I was unbelievably happy. And the rest of life would work itself out like it was supposed to.

Striding into my father’s office, I smiled. He wore a simple black suit with a gray waistcoat and maroon shirt. He sat behind his desk where he’d given me Sage all those years ago.

He read a newspaper with a grimace. “Can you explain this?”

“Explain what?”

He tossed the article toward me, spinning it upside down so I could read it clearly. The blaring headline said: BELLE ELLE MAY HAVE A NEW CEO AND HE COMES WITH A CRIMINAL RECORD.

I warred with the need to burn the stupid thing and assure my father not to upset his heart.

“You know what reporters are like. They’ll say anything to sell copies.”

Dad scrubbed his face. “How much of it is true, though?”

“None of it.”

“Most of it, you mean?” He sighed. “Greg retracted his statement. He wouldn’t have done that if you hadn’t have meddled.”

My shoulders straightened. “I didn’t do anything illegal, Dad.”

“I’m not so sure about that. And now, you’re dating someone who has done illegal things.”

Standing primly, I refrained my temper from lashing back. “Penn is a good person. Or are you forgetting your approval when he first arrived?”

“A criminal record changes things, Elle.” He slouched. “I want you to be happy, but I don’t want Belle Elle to be dragged into this sort of scandal.”

“The company can handle it. Why does the public opinion have so much sway over my personal relationships?”

Dad stood, patrolling around his office, bypassing awards for best retail experience, best merchandise, and best charity donations to organizations who supported fair wages. We followed the law and did our part for the world in all things business. Belle Elle ran my life. I wouldn’t let it rule my love life, too.

“Because the public is our business, Elle. If you continue to drag the company’s good will through the muck of prison and criminals, then I fear what sort of future you’ll leave your heir.”

“My what?”

“Your children. Come on. Be smart about this. I’m only trying to protect you, Elle.”

I let him pace around me, holding my cool. Barely. “I’m not ending it with him. I’m in love with him.”

“You barely know him.”

“You were happy for me to marry him after four days. Now that I’ve been with him for five months, you say it’s too soon?”

“Five months while he’s been in jail.”

“It doesn’t matter. Not everyone is perfect. Those who make mistakes but learn from them are better than those who have made none. He makes me happy. That’s all you need worry yourself with.”

I didn’t wait for his reply.

With my hands balled, I left his office and stalked into mine.

I loved my father, but I was done taking orders.

Penn is mine.

And he’s going to stay that way.

*

“Visitor, Elle.” Fleur knocked gently on my office door after lunch.

I hadn’t stopped to eat. In fact, I hadn’t stopped since I’d sat down and fully looked at the financial statements and future dated campaigns. Fleur had done a great job, but a few areas had slipped through our fastidious control.

“If it’s my father again, tell him I’ll come over tonight, and we can discuss it like adults. But nothing will change, so he might as well get used to it.”

Fleur took a few steps over the threshold. “It’s not your father.” Her mouth tipped up into the biggest smile. “It’s your fiancé.”

Instantly, I leaped from my chair and crossed the large space. Sage meowed from her basket, wondering if I was leaving or not.

Before I could assure her I wasn’t going anywhere, Penn appeared, dressed in low-slung dark jeans and a black untucked shirt. He looked carefree and reckless and just as delicious.

The itch of having him last night wasn’t sated, and my mouth watered to taste him again. To finish what he’d started last time he was here and be wicked together with orgasm-related fun.

“Hi.” My cheeks pinked, picturing him inside me. How sexy he was. How lucky I was.

Only, he didn’t wrap an arm around me and whisper hello in his raspy lustful voice.

He didn’t smile.