Lace and Sin (Sinners Series Book 1) Read Free Page A

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end all they wanted was the money I’d inherited.

 
    The only reason I’m sticking around is because I know
my dad’s death wasn’t an accident like the paper claims. I’m trying to wrap my
head around everything – murder, this company, even maybe loneliness. I’m
surrounded by hundreds of people in this building on a daily basis, yet I still
feel misunderstood, alone. The only person I can depend on these days is my
best mate Jimmy, who is a whirl wind of troublesome fun.

 
    Abram Mikhalov is probably the biggest problem I have
right now though, but that’s a whole other story that I don’t even want to
think about right now.

 
    I hate that my stupid picture is all over the internet
too, because now when I meet people it’s always the same – You’re that guy who
just inherited the Monroe company right? Oh wow, so you must be like, really
rich then?

 
    I think that’s what intrigued me about Kayla. Either
she has no idea who I am, or she doesn’t care in the slightest. The moment I
realised she’d taken my wallet straight out of my back pocket, was the moment I
knew there was something about this girl that I wouldn’t be able to get out of
my mind. Could she be someone I can bare my soul to? God that sounds stupid even to me.

 
    Surprisingly I wasn’t even mad about her taking my
wallet. I think I was more interested to see what she’d actually do with it. So
yeah I started talking to her because she had a nice set of tits and a great
ass, sue me. I’d seen her over the past week working far longer than any
general assistant I’ve seen the entire time I’ve been in charge here - so yeah,
it peaked my curiosity.

 
    The whole weekend I spent checking my bank account
every half hour to see if there’d been any excessive purchases, but to my
surprising disappointment there was nothing. Why I was disappointed I have no
fucking idea – believe me I’ve asked myself a thousand times what I was even
expecting. Why didn’t I report it? Why didn’t I call HR and fire her perfect
peach ass for theft? I got no clue.

 
    Her dark eyes held this mischievous glint that had me
wanting to know all her dark, dirty secrets, and maybe it would occupy my mind
trying to figure them out. Even her smirk had this playful little devious spark
behind it that made her eyes shine – almost like she knew something you didn’t.
But then again what would I know; I didn’t know a thing about her.

 
    First thing this morning when I sat down at my desk,
Emy my receptionist knocked on my door and handed me my wallet. She said it was
handed in to the front desk this morning after being found in the elevator,
which left me with my mouth wide open. Even as she left in confused silence and
shut the door behind her, I still didn’t know what to think.

 
    Did Kayla actually take my wallet, or did I imagine
the whole thing? Whether she did or didn’t I was still left fascinated with her
for some strange reason. Obviously she’d pulled a fast one on me and actually
got away with whatever it is that she wanted to achieve.

 
    Why did she take the wallet? Who is she? And what the
hell is she doing working here of all places?

Chapter 3
    Kayla

 
    For the majority of the
following week I can’t seem to keep my mind off Carter, which is quite annoying considering I barely spoke ten sentences
to the guy . I can’t
seem to stop my thoughts from drifting to him sitting
alone in his apartment without any parents, or any siblings. Then I’d start
picturing him with all those different gorgeous
women he seems to be pictured with and feel stupid
for even giving him a seconds worth of sympathy for being alone - because he most certainly is not.

 
    Tuesday is the first day
I run into him. I head up to one of the top floors to
drop off some files to management, and the overly friendly and
incredibly beautiful receptionist ushers me inside while chatting on her earpiece . I
automatically like her as soon as she