Ruthless Rival (Cruel Castaways #1)(20)



Christian popped his knuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. “My apologies. Miss Lesavoy, would you be so kind as to fetch Ms. Roth a copy of Us Weekly? Perhaps she’s in the mood for some fine literature.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, meeting his gaze head-on. “Make it the Enquirer, Miss Lesavoy. And could I, like, get the audio version? I’m not super good with words.” I adopted the dumbest, airiest tone I could produce.

“Perhaps you two could engage in verbal foreplay after we finish the negotiations,” Louie scolded me. “Counsel, I—”

“Put your phone on the desk, Ms. Roth,” Christian snapped at me over Louie, his eyes boring into mine with open hatred.

What in the ever-loving hell is wrong with this man?

It was Dad’s turn to spin his head and look at me. A haughty smile touched my lips. “Sorry, Mr. Miller, did I miss the memo where you’re the boss of me?”

“Arya,” Dad hissed, shocked. “Please.”

Christian’s eyes narrowed. “I suggest you listen to your daddy and put your phone down. My time costs money.”

“Pissing you off is worth the invoice,” I retorted. “I’ll even throw in foreign currencies and some Bitcoin if it means seeing you suffer.”

Christian let out a metallic chuckle. “You haven’t changed.”

“Excuse me?” I snapped. His smile vanished in a second.

“I said you need to change.”

“That’s not what you said. I have ears.”

“You have a mouth too. And that’s the organ you seem to be needing more control of.”

“Who raised you?” My eyes were wide and wild, I could tell.

He tossed the documents in front of him aside. “No one, Ms. Roth. Interested in hearing my life story?”

“Only if it has a tragic and abrupt ending.”

Well, well. This got off the rails real fast.

Dad put his hand on my wrist, his eyes pleading. “What’s gotten into you, sweetheart?”

Finally, I put my phone down on the desk, feeling a little sick. I couldn’t take my eyes off Christian. His teal irises glimmered back at me. There was something frightening about them.

The negotiation proceeded for twenty more minutes, in which I stayed (bitterly) silent. Each time we thought we were getting somewhere, we hit a roadblock. Finally, Terrance rubbed at his sweaty forehead.

“Mister, I don’t understand. You got yourself a reputation of a lawyer who settles out of the courtroom, yet you’ve refused every single proposition we came up with.”

“That’s because I believe this should go to court.” Christian lounged back, readjusting his maroon tie, which, tragically, looked lovely with his pale-gray vested suit. So it was true, then. The devil did wear Prada.

“Then what did you invite us here for?” Louie’s lower lip trembled with rage.

“I wanted to read the room.” Christian examined his perfect, square fingernails, looking like a surly, spoiled prince bored out of his mind.

“Read the room?” Terrance spluttered, at the same time that my father piped up, for the first time since the meeting had started. “You cannot seriously want to take this to court! This will become a circus—”

“I rather enjoy circuses.” Christian rose to his feet, buttoning his suit (yup. Definitely Prada). Claire and Amanda followed his cue, rising on each side of him, a loyal harem. “Colorful. Full of entertainment. Sweet popcorn and cotton candy. What’s not to like about a circus?”

“Neither of us need the media attention.” Dad shot up. The tips of his ears were red, a film of sweat coating his entire face. I held myself back from lashing out, knowing that I needed to be cold and calculated now.

“Speak for yourself, Mr. Roth. I quite enjoy being seen.”

“This could get very messy and very risky for all of our careers.” It was Terrance’s turn to warn.

“Au contraire, Mr. Ripp. Mine will flourish as a result. In fact, I think it’ll earn me a principal spot at this very firm.”

And just like that, Christian and Amanda were gone. Claire and the mediator stayed behind to talk to Dad and his lawyers. I couldn’t help myself. I got up and rushed into the hallway after Christian. He escorted Amanda toward his office. When he noticed me coming, he nodded for her to wait for him inside and stayed behind, stuffing his fists into the pockets of his dress pants. He leaned against a wall. “Missed me already?”

“Why are you doing this?” I skidded to a stop in front of him. My emotions were frayed, tangled. All red wires. Hatred, annoyance, desire, and exasperation. The man threw me off balance, something not even my five-inch stilettos could do.

Christian tapped his lips, pretending to mull this over. “Let’s see. Because I’m about to get a whole lot richer and even more famous in my field off your father’s spineless back?” he asked. “Yeah. That must be it.”

My fists balled at my sides, my whole body humming with rage. “I hate you,” I whispered.

“You bore me.”

“You’re a vile man.”

“Ah, but at least I am a man. Your father is a wuss who got grabby with his staff and now needs to suffer the consequences. Sucks when your money can’t get you out of trouble, huh?”

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