Uncontrollable (4 page)

Me:
I’m going to be hard all day thinking
about my wakeup call this morning.

She responds before I can tuck it back in my
pocket.

Angel:
Is your dick as hard as my pussy
is wet?

I groan.

Me:
Don’t talk like that. I have
to go into a meeting with my father. What am I supposed to do with my dick?
It’s already standing at attention thinking of that hot mouth and tight pussy
of yours.

Angel:
Aww, poor baby. If I was there I
would take care of that ‘problem’ for you.

I throw my phone down on my desk and lean back in
my chair. I let out a long sigh running a hand over my face. I think I have
turned her into a sex machine. I swear, I can’t keep up with her.

My cock twitches behind my dark dress pants telling
my mind to shut the fuck up, to give it to her as much as she wants it and then
some.

My phone beeps, and I lean forward to pick it up.

Angel:
How about, let your imagination
run wild...

Yep. She’s retaliating alright.

Angel:
I bet you’re thinking of me, on my
knees. Your hands tightly knotted in my hair as you…

I can’t read anymore. I exit out of the message and
pick up my office phone. I dial her work number.

“Central Bank. This is Samantha Hall. How may I
help you?” she answers, and I can hear the smile in her voice. She knows it’s
me calling.

“Stop doing that,” I snap, and she laughs. “For the
love of God, please,” I beg of her.

Her laughter gets louder. “You are in so much
trouble,” I warn. “I was being serious, Angel,” I snap readjusting my hard-on.

“Oh, I was too,” she says no longer laughing. “How
about lunch? Would you like me to bring you lunch, sweetheart?”

I can tell by the sultry tone in her voice she
doesn’t mean food. “Yes.”

“What would you like?”

I sigh. “Just you, Angel. Just bring your hot
little ass to my office.”

“I’ll be there at twelve thirty. I love you,” she
says before she hangs up.

I slam the phone down and take a few deep breaths.
Twelve thirty, I can make it until then.

Leaving my cell on the desk I stand up and try to
walk off this painful erection on the way to the conference room.

“Man I’m so glad we are about to go on another
vacation,” Micah says as he enters the big conference room. He fiddles with his
black tie before he sits down beside me.

“What? Vegas is like three weeks away.”
Or is it
two?
I can’t keep track of time these days. I’m lucky that I even
remembered today was Monday and I needed to come to work.

“You don’t understand, but you will.” He laughs but
it holds no humor. “While we were in New York, all Holly talked about was you
proposing.” I’m surprised she was able to keep it a secret. “Then as soon as
you did, all she has talked about is our wedding again. She keeps asking me
what I think.” He throws his hands up in the air. “I don’t fucking know,
they’re just napkins. Why do they have to be a certain color, or have a little
design on them, or...” He pulls on the collar of his dark gray button up.

I place my hand on his shoulder. “Calm down,” I say
trying not to laugh at him.“If it doesn’t matter then just pick something to
make her happy.”

He looks at me, his dark blue eyes wild-eyed. “You
just wait.” He shakes a finger at me. “It’s a test. It’s all a fucking test.
They want you to pick what they want without telling you. If you pick the wrong
thing you get asked a million questions like ‘why you don’t like that one’ or
‘do you even care’? You want to say ‘not really’ but that will just start an even
bigger fight.”

I can’t hold back my laughter anymore. He gets less
and less like my brother every day. I love him this way just as much the other
way. He just has never seemed so unraveled.

“Quit messing with your tie,” I say yanking the
silk black tie out of his hands. “Why are you so fidgety?” I question.

He places his hands on the table and sighs. “I just
need some sleep.”

“Okay boys.” Our father enters the conference room,
getting our attention. He’s in total business mode, dressed in an expensive dark
Armani suit with a silver tie and shiny black shoes to match. Seeing him in
street clothes, like he was while we were in New York, still takes some getting
used to. Even growing up I always saw him in a suit.

He strolls to the head of the table and pulls out
the seat. He sits down and links his hands together before placing them on the
table. He clears his throat and then looks up at us. “I just got off the phone
with Mayor O’Hare, and I have officially hired his youngest son, Braxton, here
at the firm.”

“Were you ever considering not to?” I ask sitting
up straighter in my chair.

We’d had this talk while we were in New York. My
father had received a phone call that Braxton, one of my best friends from high
school, Parker O’Hare’s, little brother, was graduating with a law degree from
Princeton a semester early. His father, the mayor of St. Louis and also a
friend of my father’s from way back, called asking him for a job.

“Well, we really don’t need him.” He shrugs. “But
after some thought I have decided that it is a great idea.”

“When does he start?” Micah asks.

“He will be here tomorrow.”

That surprises me. “That’s quick,” I point out the
obvious.

 My father nods his head. “We’ve been gone and
things need to get back in order. I want him here as soon as possible so he can
help do just that,” he states before he stands and walks out of the room
clearly ending our meeting.

Well that was short.
Couldn’t he have told
us that over a phone call?

Micah turns to me. “Do you ever talk to Parker
anymore?”

Parker, Josh, and I used to be inseparable back in
middle school and high school. Josh and I were always closer but Parker was
usually close behind.

“I spoke to him last year when he came into town
for the birthday party that we threw for Josh.” At the time, Josh was with his
fiancée. The crazy bitch tried to get me to fuck her that night. Micah was with
Holly, so Parker and I were our usual single selves fucking everything we could
but of course I turned down Josh’s fiancée. “How about you?”

“I spoke with him a couple of weeks ago. He called
me to confirm that he was coming to Vegas and that he’s in the wedding.” Micah
smiles over at me.

I let out a long breath and lean my head back
against the chair. “I see Vegas ending in disaster,” I mumble.

Parker has a tendency to bring up things from the
past. Angel and I just went through all those videos that Jessica sent her. I
don’t want her to know things about my past when it comes to women. Because I
sure as hell don’t like hearing about her and Jax’s past.

Micah laughs.

“Why do you think that the high probability of me
getting in trouble with Angel is funny?” I ask looking over to him.

He shrugs. “I just see it the same way you see me
freaking out over my wedding with Holly,” he says simply.

“You’re such an ass,” I growl getting up out of my
chair.

“That’s what little brothers are for.” He pats me
on the back before he turns and heads to his office.

Around lunchtime I’m on a
call to a client when my door opens. I look up and expect to see Angel, but
instead see Tate walking in. I lift my free hand and motion for him to take a
seat as I wrap up my phone call.

“What can I do for you, Tate?” I ask once I hang up
the phone.

“Has Sam asked you any questions?” he asks.

I think back to her asking me what was wrong after
I took the phone call from Jax and had the talk with Tate about his secret. I
couldn’t tell her any of it. My body language was giving something away, she
just couldn’t figure it out. I had taken off my sweatpants and climbed on top
of her. I needed her. I needed to feel like everything was still okay. She had
agreed to marry me and in a matter of hours things were already threatening to
fall apart. But I don’t want Tate to know any of that. He already has a lot
going on. He doesn’t need to know that I acted like a little bitch, afraid I
was going to lose my favorite toy to a big bully, which would be Jax in this
case.

I take a good look at him. He looks like he hasn’t
slept in days. The total opposite of how he was in New York. He didn’t act like
being around her affected him much until we landed last night. We argued at the
airport over him telling her, because I feel she has the right to know. My words
were pointless, though. He could have cared less what I thought. He knows I
won’t run and tell her anything. She will have questions that I won’t have
answers to.

“No,” I respond to his question. “As far as I know,
there is no way for her to find out unless you tell her.”

We sit in silence for a few seconds as I watch him
stare down at the black and white Persian rug that sits in the middle of my
office floor. I can see the battle he’s having just by staring at him. He looks
pained, and I hate that I’m going to see that same look on Angel’s face when he
tells her that all along she has had a brother but that he wasn’t there when
she needed him.

“Why?” I ask finally breaking the silence. “Has she
said something to you?”

I don’t know just how close they have gotten since
he has entered her life for the second time, but Tate is close with us guys.
Tate and I had a rocky start when he showed up at her mother’s house a few
months back, but now I consider him one of my best friends and soon he is going
to be my brother. Just like Micah and Josh are.

He shakes his head getting my attention before
looking up to me. He runs a hand over his cropped dark hair. “I was the one who
bought Jack’s house,” he admits softly.

Not what I was expecting. “That was you?” I ask shocked.
“I wondered how it sold so fast.” Now I know why he had called me freaking out
when he had been notified that she put her dad’s house up for sale. He wanted
it.

He nods his head and sighs.

“How did she not know? She had all the paperwork
faxed to her the next day,” I remind him. I don’t think that is something that
she could have overlooked.

He lets out a long breath. “My legal name is not
Tate but she has never known me by anything other than that. I had to have help
from a friend to get that house in order for her not to find out.”

“Your name is not really Tate?”
This cannot be
happening.

He shakes his head slowly and looks down to the
floor once again. “Like I said before, I have secrets, Slade,” he mumbles.

I sit back in my chair and let out a puff of air,
completely shocked.

Just how deep do his secrets go?

“I feel…guilty,” he admits, getting my attention.

“That you’re keeping a secret from her?” I’m not
sure which secret I’m asking about. There seems to be many.

He slowly nods his head as he keeps his eyes on the
floor as in thought. “I’m just not ready. I know—” He holds up his hand
thinking I was going to speak. “I’m being a selfish prick and a horrible
brother. I’m just not ready to bring up my past and all the fucked-up things it
involves.”

I release a long breath. I sit and watch him as he
mentally fights with himself. He is just like his sister. They both want to
keep their lives a secret from the world. They both wear their hearts on their
sleeves, they just don’t want to admit it.

“You have my word, Tate. As long as you need to
keep that secret. Or if you ever just need to talk.”

He stands up and nods his head once. Looking me in
the eye he says, “Thanks, Slade,” then turns around and walks out of my office.

I don’t know what he wanted to accomplish by coming
up to my office, but I feel like whatever he was searching for, he did not get.

I sit up in my chair and send out an email to a
friend. I know I told him that my lips were sealed. It does not mean that I’m
not gonna search to find out who the hell he truly is.

It’s thirty minutes later; I’ve sent an email to an
old friend and then checked through my emails from us being out of town when I
hear my door open again. I look up and see my Angel walking in like she owns
the place. Her black, sexy fuck-me heels click as she crosses the dark hardwood
floors. Her dark brown hair is in big curls and falls down on both sides of her
Barbie doll face. She still has her sunglasses on and a naughty little smile on
her sexy lips.

“What can I do for you, beautiful?” I ask with a
smile on my face.

She walks up to my desk, places her palms flat, and
leans over. “I believe I am here to do something for you.”