Torn: Part Three (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (The Torn Series Book 3) by Sky Corgan Page B

the front of my suit and shove my hands in my pockets, standing up straight to look as imposing as possible. My head is tilted down slightly, ready to meet whoever answers the door with a piercing gaze. If it's my mother, she'll know I'm not happy. If it's the girl, she'll know I'm not here to be friendly.
    Waiting makes me impatient. Time is ticking, and I do have work to do, but this takes priority above all else. I need to save my mother before she gets into another situation where she screws herself over.
    The door opens finally, and recognition hits me like a ton of bricks. Long dark hair. Full lips. Nice tits. Fuck!
    “You,” I seethe, regaining my composure before it physically has a chance to crack.
    Piper is more affected than I am, her perfect little mouth forming a surprised O. My cock twitches as the fantasy of her on her knees in front of me flashes through my mind, but I quickly push it back. She's a sexual deviant, someone who pursues immoral pleasures in her free time. My mother is devoutly Christian. I definitely can't allow her to work for my mother.
    “Holden. Dear.” Mom crops up from behind Piper, pulling the doorknob out of her grasp and opening it to welcome me in. Piper immediately turns her gaze to the floor as she steps aside. “Come on in.”
    I keep my eyes locked on Piper as I cross the threshold. The way her head is bowed reminds me of a good submissive. Respectful. Maybe a little fearful. She should be afraid of me. I'm about to run her out of the house.
    “Something smells burnt.” I sniff the air, momentarily distracted by the scent of smoke coming from the kitchen.
    “Your mother said you like your bacon black.” Piper glances up at me. Her eyes are so blue. Gorgeous. I can imagine staring into them as I fuck her. It's a pointless thing to think about though. I'm never going to fuck her. Not after this. We'll be enemies, and that's perfectly fine by me.
    “I like my bacon cooked by someone qualified,” I grumble.
    My mother quickly steps between us, placing her hands on my chest. “Holden, be nice. This is Piper, my new housekeeper.” She nods behind herself. “Piper, this is Holden, my stubborn son.” Mom straightens my collar before turning from me. “Let's go have a nice breakfast, shall we.”
    I nod toward the dining room, indicating that Piper should go first. It's a good excuse to stare at her ass. The dress she's wearing bounces off her curves as she walks. It's nowhere near as satisfying of a view as it was when she was wearing that tight little skirt at Club Fet.
    “We'll eat in here.” My mother diverts to the breakfast nook, and I follow, watching Piper part from us to head to the kitchen and retrieve the food.
    I pull out a chair and sit.
    Mom is already stressed to the max. I can see it on her face. There's a vein bulging from her forehead. The last thing I want is for her to have a heart attack like Dad did. His stress was work related though. Hers is something else entirely.
    “You don't want that girl working for you.” I gesture back to the kitchen, not caring if Piper can hear me or not.
    “Why not?” my mother barks.
    “Because, I've seen her before. She has some rather interesting hobbies.” I stare at Piper in the kitchen, amused by the fact that she visibly tenses when I threaten to bring up Club Fet.
    Suddenly, she spins on her heels, her expression so angry that I can feel the heat radiating from her. “So do you, as I recall.” She rounds the corner with two plates of food in hand, serving my mother first before me. “You'd be surprised to know, Ann, that I've actually met your son before. Not really met him, per se, but we've seen each other from a distance.”
    I'm stunned for a moment. Is she really going to go there? She took my threat and threw it right back at me.
    Before things have a chance to get ugly, I rise to my feet, wrapping a hand around Piper's forearm. “Can I talk to you outside for a minute?”
    “Anything you two have