Jagged: A Standalone Bad Boy Romance

Jagged: A Standalone Bad Boy Romance by Winter Scott

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elevators and Taylor pointed to a supply closet next to a lone elevator.
     
    The door was unlocked and I opened it to find to a cramped room full of buckets and brooms. “I'll hide here. When I hear you get out of the elevator with your father, I'll take it up.”
     
    “Tell me you love me one last time.” Taylor's deep blue eyes stared into mine.
     
    “I love you, Taylor Kyle.” I kissed her lips, lingering there for longer than we should've. But she tasted so good. If we weren't about commit a robbery, I'd take her into the broom closet, hard and fast.
     
    But my cock would have to wait. There would be a time for celebrating later.
     
    I watched Taylor press the elevator button and wait. The doors opened and she looked over at me. I winked at her and she nodded, entering the elevator.
     
    I closed the supply closet door and took a deep breath. Taylor was a smart girl. She'd be able to pull it off. But could I get in and out of his office before anybody saw me? I wasn't so good at the sneaking thing. My way was to blow the doors wide open with guns drawn and destroy my enemies.
     
    Corporate espionage wasn't in my toolbox.
     
    But I'd have to do my best tonight. Taylor's and my life depended on it.

Chapter Ten

Taylor

The elevator zoomed up past all the floors. Sweat perspired down the sides of my face. My hands were locked to each other and I couldn't unravel them. Act normal, Taylor. It's just your father.
     
    Carter was no doubt used to doing things like this but for me, this was my first time. I took a couple deep breaths as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.
     
    My father's secretary sat at her desk, painting her nails. “Ms. Kyle, what are you doing here so late?”
     
    Oh fuck. The secretary was supposed to be gone by now.
     
    Even if I was able to get my father downstairs, how would Carter get past the secretary?
     
    My father came out of his office when he heard the commotion. Anger flooded my veins. I'd never forgive him for what he did to Carter. “Taylor? I didn't expect to see you so soon.”
     
    I fought every urge to punch him right in the face. “I need to talk to you, Daddy.”
     
    My father turned to his secretary. “I won't be needing you anymore.”
     
    She nodded quietly and walked by me to the elevator, her perfume lingering in the air. I breathed a big sigh of relief. The whole plan could have been jeopardized if she stuck around.
     
    “I was hoping we'd get to have another conversation,” my father said.
     
    “Not here, Daddy. Can we go somewhere?”
     
    My dad smiled. “Sure, honey. Let me just get my things.”
     
    I waited for my father to get his briefcase and we took the elevator down together. My father was done working for the night so Carter had all the time in the world to get the hard drive. So far so good, Taylor. Keep it up.
     
    We rode down in silence. I didn't even know what to say to him. All my planning had only gotten me to this point. What was I supposed to do next?
     
    The elevator hit the bottom floor and I quickly glanced at the supply closet. It was closed. Good luck, Carter.
     
    My father and I walked outside of his building into the cold night air. “I'm truly sorry about what happened, Taylor.”
     
    I couldn't hold back the rage anymore. “Are you, Daddy? Are you really sorry or are you just saying that?”
     
    “You're right, Taylor. I'm not sorry for what I did. Carter isn't the right man for you. I'd do it again if I had the chance.”
     
    How could my father be so cruel? When I was a kid, he used to read me Winnie-the-Pooh and sing me a lullaby to put me to sleep every night. What happened to that man? “I love him, Daddy. That won't change no matter how much you try to stop it.”
     
    “You're stronger than I ever gave you credit for, Taylor. You remind me a lot of myself.”
     
    That was the greatest insult. “I'll never be like you,” I seethed.
     
    My father looked concerned and started checking his coat

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