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Damien's back stiffened for a nanosecond before he relaxed, a sexy, devilish smirk ghosting on his lips as his gaze dips and scans down Katherine's body. His hands that were on her waist slowly stroked her sides up and down while keeping her firmly pressed against his front. "What do you have for in there, Kitten?"

She brushes her nose against his, her mouth hovering over his lips as she teased, "Oh, you'll find out soon once you get out of here and into our bedroom."

A deep, cocky voice sounded from the side, causing their heads to turn. "I hope I'm invited to the party. I'd be an excellent spectator." William winked at Katherine.

She rolled her eyes, but she stayed in her place, sliding her arms down Damien's chest and then wrapping them around him as she looked at William. The latter's playful smile was far from dangerous. Ever since he's been spending more ti with them, she grew a bit more comfortable in his presence. They weren't completely friends yet, but because he and Damien were already friendly, she could tolerate him.

Katherine lazily answered, "I didn't know you were into voyeurism, William. Though I can't say I'm surprised that you are."

Not bothering to look at his cousin, Damien turned back his stare at Katherine. "He's actually more of an exhibitionist. William enjoys being watched."

A guttural laugh ca out from William before sipping the amber liquid from his glass. "Trust . You'd feel honored."

Damien glanced sideways. "Updates?"

William swept his eyes at Katherine before looking at his cousin again. It is evident that he wanted to speak in private.

Pressing his lips on her temple, Damien slowly let go of her and opened his mouth to say sothing but before he could utter a sound, Katherine firmly said, "I want to hear. Whatever it is. You've kept out for a while now. And...honestly? I'm bored." She pouted. "Please?"

Damien just couldn't say no. He wasn't intentionally hiding it from her, but he didn't want her to stress about anything while she was still recuperating. Nodding, he turned back to William, who shook his head, mouthing, "pussy whipped."

With a grin, Katherine lifted her chin. "So? What is it?"

A sly smile plastered on William's face when he spoke, "So...the hooker you hired tomorrow"

"What hooker?" She arched a brow, and William snorted.

It was Damien's turn to roll his eyes, but William didn't stop there. "Your fianc ordered a bunny to co by his office while you're not around."

Katherine knew the man was playing, but she couldn't help staring at Damien and waiting for him to defend himself. Damien let out a long sigh and faced her, his serious gaze directed at her as he reassured, "You know very well that I wouldn't do that. Besides, I'm more of a Kitten than a bunny." He smirked.

"Ugh." William made a disgusted face and took a huge gulp of his scotch, seeing her 'he only has eyes for so suck it up' look.

"What's that face for? If you're jealous, have at it with Lexi," she dryly said.

He paused for a second before shrugging, his face laced with indifference. "I haven't seen her in a while, actually."

Her eyes narrowed. She wasn't really interested in Lexi, but all the while, she thought the two were still together, so his nonchalant attitude made her curious. "When was the last ti you saw her?"

"Sumr end party. September last year."

"You two...broke up?"

"We were never together, Katherine." William shot her a 'that's enough' look before turning to Damien, nudging his head to the side. The three of them headed out in the garden away from earshot.

Katherine was still staring at William, trying to study his expression. He appeared to be indifferent about the whole Lexi thing, which was a little odd for her considering how the two looked toxically and weirdly 'together' last year. The thought of Lexi brought back unpleasant mories from when the woman was constantly on to herto the point that Katherine almost died one ti. She hadn't seen her for a long ti now, but she hadn't forgotten the dues that she needed to collect. Let her be in the anti. 'Lexi's ti will co,' she thought.

"Pembrooke is being difficult," William started as soon as Katherine closed the door behind her.

"When did you et their chairman?" Damien asked.

"I haven't. They're being elusive. I've been waiting for a month now, but his assistant always says he's busysays the next available appointnt will be in three months. Can you believe that?"

"Have you tried calling the office secretary?"

"Of course I have." William sighed. His brows drew together in curiosity. "Do you think he knows? It's strange that I can't get a hold of him."

Damien stared at the bushes in front of him. He dug his hands in his pockets, seemingly in deep thought. He contemplated for a minute before facing his cousin. "Would you like to try?"

"No," William refused right away. "You can't be obviously involved yet, or Father might notice what's up."

Katherine, who was quietly listening to the conversation of the two n, caught up to what they were talking about. She knew that the two of them were trying to take over Park Group and taking it away from Frederick. For that to happen, they need to gain support from the board. It seed as though William was trying to et Pembrooke Enterprises's chairman but couldn't get a schedule. Lucky for them, she thought of sothing. "Just to clarify, you're talking about Chairman Welsh from Pembrooke Enterprises?"

William nodded. The two n faced her, noticing the glint in her eyes.

"All you need is a window of opportunity. You don't have to set up a scheduleyou just need to catch him wherever he goes." She smiled, folding her arms across her chest.

The crease between William's brows deepened. "I don't even know his schedule. How am I supposed to do that?"

"I'll take care of that. Give a minute." Katherine whipped out her phone and scrolled until she found the na that she was looking for. Tapping her screen, she placed the receiver on her ear and waited.

She now had the two n's full attention. Their bodies angled facing her, wondering what she had up her sleeves.

"Hi, Sherry. This is Katherine Miller...Young. Sorry to call you this late. How are you?" Pause. "Good. It's been a while. I was thinking about you the other day when I passed by Walmart." Pause. She chuckled.

The n exchanged looks before facing her again. "What is she doing?" William questioned.

"Beats ," answered Damien.

Katherine glanced at them and spoke on the phone again. "Right. Actually I need to ask a favor. You're still working for Mr. Welsh, right?" Pause. "I was wondering if you can send his schedule for next week? I'm getting married, and we'll be having an engagent party. I wish to send so invitations personally, so I was hoping to catch Mr. Welsh when he's out of the office. I'll be busy all week too, so I need to plan my whereabouts to save ti." Pause. "Thank you. You know ... I always like a personal touch." Pause. "Ugh. You're amazing! I'll call you again soon. We should catch up."

The phone call ended, and her phone buzzed, indicating a ssage was received. With a smile on her face, she showed the file that contained the chairman's detailed schedule for the week to the two n who were still staring at her. "Problem solved."

William glanced at the phone screen, a smile slowly forming on his face as he checked it out. "Well, I'll be damned."

"Sherry and I used to work in Walmart together a few years back. I t her again while I worked at Crown last year. We still keep in touch from ti to ti," she said.

Damien looked at Katherine so proudly, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. "That's my girl."

- the practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity.

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