Game of Love and Deception: The Billionaire's Ex Wife
Chapter 68: Sin on legs

Chapter 68: Sin on legs

"Let him in," Ashley said, her voice firm.

Claire gave a curt nod and left, surprised that Ashley wanted to see Vincent Broom after everything that had happened. But, on second thought, she figured Ashley might be tired of Vincent’s persistent visits and simply wanted to find out what he was after. The old man had been frequenting the company at least twice a week since the crisis was resolved.

A moment later, Vincent walked into Ashley’s office with forced confidence, his steps measured. His heart skipped a beat when Ashley slowly lifted her gaze from the paperwork on her desk and locked eyes with him.

"Mister Vincent," she called smoothly, a brief thin smile crossing her lips. "Please, have a seat."

"Thank you for finally agreeing to see me, Ms. Flynn," Vincent said as he sat.

Ashley jotted something on a piece of paper before returning her gaze to him. She noted his stiff posture—an indication of nervousness.

It gave her a strange sense of power.

"Ms. Flynn, I’m truly sorry for how we got here," Vincent apologized, sensing the silence and stillness from the woman in front of him.

An impatient smile crossed Ashley’s lips before she responded.

"Actually, I barely have ten minutes to spare for this meeting," she started, checking her wristwatch. "So, please skip the apologies and get straight to why you’re here." Her words were polite, but her tone wasn’t.

Her intense gaze made Vincent shift uncomfortably, as if a hot coal was under his seat. He never imagined he would feel so small under anyone’s scrutiny, especially not a woman who could be his daughter. But she wasn’t his daughter, and this was business. He had to swallow his pride if he wanted back in.

"I want to reinvest here," he said, hitting the nail on the head as Ashley had demanded.

Ashley paused her writing, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the desk. Her full attention was now on him. It further unnerved the old man.

He waited for what felt like an eternity for her to speak. Whereas, it was only a minute.

"Mister Vincent, that’s quite surprising, considering it’s barely more than a month ago since you willingly pulled your investments out of the company," Ashley stated. "What’s behind the sudden change of heart?"

"Let’s just say I realized I made a bad business decision, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to fix that," Vincent replied.

Ashley’s lips twitched at his sincerity. "Bad decisions are sometimes unavoidable in business," she said matter-of-factly.

Hope flickered in Vincent’s chest. Maybe she wasn’t as affected by his betrayal as he feared.

"But disloyalty?" Ashley added, her voice unwavering. "I’m sorry, but we don’t tolerate that here."

Vincent’s face fell.

"That’s why I need this chance to correct my mistake, to prove that my loyalty has always been with Flynn Enterprises."

Ashley returned to scribbling letters on a sheet of paper, like she hadn’t heard him.

"Businessmen, like any consumer, has the right to taste different products and choose which one to stick with," Vincent added, frustrated by her silence.

Ashley leaned back in her chair, considering his words.

Unfortunately, he was right.

This was business, after all. And she knew better than to let emotions cloud her judgment. Vincent was anything but sorry. He was an opportunist who hadn’t expected the company to thrive without him. Now he was back for a slice of the pie.

But it was still business. And Ashley couldn’t deny that he was a valuable asset.

Sometimes, true power lies in a sprinkle of mercy.

She inhaled a deep breath, steadying herself before replying.

"You’re correct. But reinvesting means you’re agreeing to a 4% profit share in return," she said, crossing one leg over the other.

Vincent’s face shifted into a frown. "Don’t the smallest shareholders get 8%?" he asked. "Why would I get so little when I’m willing to reinvest everything I pulled?"

"Because this is business, and every producer has the right to price their product how they see fit," Ashley replied.

Vincent scoffed, recognizing his own words thrown back at him. "This isn’t a fair deal, Ms. Flynn."

"This is me offering you mercy, just as you requested, Mister Vincent. Take it or leave it," she said firmly, enjoying the defeated look that appeared on his face.

There was a time when men like Vincent wouldn’t even spare her a second glance. Now, they begged for a seat at her table. That was power—and she loved every bit of it.

Vincent’s fist clenched in anger, not towards her, but towards himself. He had willingly walked into this mess with his eyes wide open.

"Let me think about it," he murmured, standing up.

Ashley stood as well, picking up her handbag from the desk. She had a meeting with the real estate agent from Grey Group, who was going to show her a building she was considering for her restaurant.

Four nights ago, Lorenzo had suggested over a text that she start making concrete plans to establish it. She took his advice—even if she was still physically avoiding him.

She couldn’t be more grateful he still hadn’t brought up the topic of visiting his mother again. She’d been trying not to think about it for days now, but she knew that sooner or later, she’d have no choice but to go with him. And put on her best acting game.

"Take your time, Mister Vincent. But remember, the door won’t always be open," Ashley said, stepping out of her office with him.

She bade him goodbye, walking in the opposite direction, her heels clicking like punctuation marks on the marble floor as she headed for a different elevator.

As the elevator doors closed behind her, Ashley exhaled slowly.

Another Chapter of her life—maybe one she’d always dreamed of—was about to begin. Another step closer to bringing all her enemies to their knees.

Especially Christian fucking Harrington.

******

Kayla and Christian walked out of Dr. Bradley’s office, hand in hand, heading toward where Christian had parked his car.

When they got there, Christian gently nudged Kayla so her back rested against the car. He brushed a stray hair from her face, making her blush.

"Thank you for coming with me today, Kay. You’ve been so supportive, and I couldn’t love you any less," he whispered, kissing her softly.

Kayla smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I’m your fiancée, Chris. Of course I’ll be here for you. And like the doctor said, you’ll be fine in no time with the medication."

Christian rested his forehead against hers and kissed her again.

"I can’t wait to be, so we can finally make some cute siblings for Jennifer," he teased.

Kayla chuckled, then deepened the kiss briefly before pulling back. "I’ll miss you when you travel tomorrow. Are you sure you can’t cancel?"

Christian smiled. "I wish I could. But it’s an important business trip. Your cousin’s still coming over though, right?"

"My cousin won’t fuck me, will he?" she replied with a playful pout.

Christian laughed. "No, but at least you’ll enjoy some family time," he said, pinching her nose.

Just as they got into the car and were about to drive off, Kayla suddenly reached into her coat pocket and gasped.

"Oh my God, I think I left my purse in Dr. Bradley’s office. Please wait—I’ll go get it real quick," she said, turning to Christian.

He nodded and turned off the ignition again.

"Thanks, babe." She pecked his lips and hurried back toward the hospital entrance.

Reaching Dr. Bradley’s office, he was surprised to see Kayla back—and alone.

He’d done his best not to stare too hard while Christian was there, but now? Now his eyes shamelessly roamed over her skimpy skirt and teasing cleavage as she sauntered toward his desk like sin on legs.

Kayla bent to pick up her green purse from the chair, holding it up with a smirk.

"I think I forgot this," she said in a sultry tone, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "You know I never leave without a goodbye kiss."

That kiss—along with all the frustration he’d swallowed while watching her play doting fiancée—snapped something in him. He was hard instantly.

His hands caught Kayla’s when she attempted to leave.

"Where is he?" he asked, voice thick with urgency.

"In the car, waiting," Kayla murmured, leaning to drag her tongue lightly across his neck.

Dr. Bradley grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap, groaning as she pressed against the bulge in his pants. She always knew how to wreck his composure without even trying.

"Can we squeeze in a quick one before you leave?" he asked, nuzzling into her cleavage like a desperate man.

"Hell no," Kayla said, slipping off him. "He could walk in here any damn minute, and catch us."

"True," Dr Bradley sighed, clearly disappointed.

"But he’s traveling tomorrow," Kayla added, brushing down her skirt. "I’ll come over after you close. Just make sure you get off work early—I’ve got someone coming over later in the evening," she added with a playful smirk.

Dr. Bradley grinned, nodding like a fool. "I’ll make it happen."

With a wink, Kayla adjusted herself and strutted out of the office, lips curled in a mischievous smirk that vanished just before she reached the car.

Men always got stupid the moment they started thinking with that stick between their legs. But as long as they could put it to good use inside her, she didn’t give a damn.