[Cole]
Did the promiscuous princess of fashion think I wanted her hand in fucking marriage? She was a great lay, sure, but Cole Hunter wasn't that guy. I asked to keep the party going a little longer, not be attached forever. Her reaction continued to irk me, which downright pissed me off. Pussy was all around someone like me. I had my pick of women. Letting her go was the right call.
A big believer in freedom of choice, when Brianna set foot out of the elevator I was going to head back up to my suite and get some much needed sleep. That is until I caught sight of Shaun Banner, who doubled back just to leer at her ass.
The asshole had been 'detained' on my island until Harmon and I could decide on his punishment. In the meantime, our guys roughed him up as penance for being a bad boy. His being in public didn't make sense. He had been under lock and key for the last two days.
While I certainly couldn't reasonably condemn him for looking at Brianna's sexy, round ass, as host of Cupid's Isle I felt we needed to have a little chat.
"Hello Banner," I said, throwing an arm around his shoulders, pulling him towards me and squeezing hard.
"G-get away from me. I'm suing your company and that b-bitch Brianna for assault. Kidnapping. Anything else my lawyer can come up with. You can't keep me here," he stammered, but fear and agony were swimming in his eyes as I held him close.
He gritted his teeth for a few more seconds, before finally letting out a groan and attempting to push me away.
"How about a drink? On me. Bygones and all that," I said, an instinct to protect taking root in me.
I didn't give two fucks about this piece of shit threatening me with a lawsuit. We could make it go away quietly. That wasn't why he was still on my island. I couldn't shake his connection to Brianna, so I looked into him. What would he have done to her had I not been with her? He fucking deserved way worse than a knee to the balls. A fact I was about to make him painfully aware of.
Using what Harmon taught me when he insisted I learn to defend myself, I put Banner in a headlock and dragged his shivering body into my private elevator.
"Let me go. I don't want a drink. You're going to cut me a huge check before this is over. Brianna doesn't have enough money, so her settlement can be giving me her pussy," he said with a snicker that died in a groan.
My arm tightened its hold on his neck. This asshole just didn't learn, did he? No matter. There was always the hard way.
"I really am going to have to insist. I'm not a helpless woman. I push back and draw blood. Let's talk before it comes to that. Like gentlemen," I said, keeping my voice low but firm.
The rage he had bubbling up in me at the mention of Brianna made me want to snap his neck.
"Let me go. Help! Someone help m—" he started screaming as I dragged him into my private elevator.
"Not going to put the moves on me or grab my ass, Mr. Banner? Pathetic bitch," I said, slamming his head against the wall before pushing the button that would take us up to my suite.
I pulled out my phone and watched Shaun cling to his head and crumble to the ground. Then I called Harmon.
"The noisy pussy at my feet wants to sue Hunter Industries. Imagine that. Why the fuck is a rapist running free on my island, Harmon?" I thundered into phone.
"I never raped anyone. The bitch wanted it. She loves my dick," Shaun's smug voice said.
A cackle mingled with strained breaths. The idea of him touching her fueled the murderous rage inside me. I kicked him in the abdomen to shut him up.
"My apologies, Mr. Hunter. We lost him a few hours ago. What I get for trusting other people to keep him… entertained. Where are you, Cole? I'll handle it. Permanently this time," said Harmon, his voice cool and calm.
Ever the pragmatist, my assistant was the right man to call. My best friend would fix the situation. I knew that. He kept a cool head about these things. Fuck knew what he did to Ryan Summers, but he took care of that too.
Level headed was the opposite of how I felt. I wanted more than what we prepared for this piece of shit. The punishment no longer seemed to fit his many crimes.
"Cole, don't kill a man. Digging a grave is a lot of work," Harmon deadpanned, making me chuckle as my foot connected with Shaun's ribs. "Plus I'd rather not bury him on the island."
Whenever my best friend said shit like this, I couldn't help but wonder how serious Harmon Chancellor was. Had he killed men? My enigmatic college friend certainly seemed to have it in him.
"Over fifty women came forward in the last two days alone and agreed to file criminal charges against you. From sexual harassment to straight up sexual assault, you really are a piece of shit, aren't you?" I raged, watching the numbers go up.
Shaun squeaked out something between a laugh and a cry.
"Lying sluts. They wanted it, all of them," he insisted while clinging to his ribs.
The elevator doors dinged open. Standing at the entrance of my suite, was Harmon.
"Why did you need elevator access to my room again? Better yet, why did you need a private elevator?" I asked him while dragging Shaun into my suite.
"For situations like this. So you don't kill people for tapping the same pussy as you," Harmon's stoic voice said drily.
"P-please, just let me go. I won't tell. I won't sue. I'll never see Brianna—" Shaun started begging, his eyes widening when he saw Harmon.
"How come they only cower when you're around?" I asked, genuinely annoyed at this turn of events.
"I'm a creative tormentor," Harmon said, lifting Shaun's shirt to reveal a bandaged middle. "You reek of wealth. Normalcy. There's no bite in you. I'm not having a man killed because you liked Brianna's pussy more than most."
He said the last bit with a huff. Again, I wasn't sure how serious he was. What would make murder okay?