The office was damn near silent, except for the occasional shuffle of Adams setting up her desk. Justin leaned back, arms crossed, watching like a man who had all the ti in the world. And maybe he did—because watching her? Yeah, that was entertainnt in itself.
She moved like she belonged here, like she'd been running the place long before she even stepped in. The way she arranged her things—her laptop, her pens, the tiny, overpriced fake plants she sohow thought added "character"—was almost hypnotic.
"Nice setup, don't you think?" Justin mused, tilting his head. "What's next? You gonna start putting up family photos? Maybe a scented candle to really set the mood?"
Adams barely glanced at him, already smirking. "Oh, don't worry, baby. The mood's already set. You're just catching up."
His lips twitched. "That so?"
She finally looked up, resting her chin on her hand, eyes playful but sharp. "Yeah. And just so we're clear, this whole office within an office thing? It ans I get to breathe down your neck whenever I want."
Justin exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "Now, see, that sounds like a you problem. Because if you're that close to all the ti... well." He gave her a slow, knowing smirk. "I don't think you can handle it. We might end up... you know?"
Adams let out a soft chuckle, standing up just to make a show of smoothing out her skirt. "Sweetheart," she said, voice dripping with amusent, "handling you is gonna be the easiest part of this job and the best thing I'm going to be doing."
He arched an eyebrow, openly looking her up and down. "Yeah? You sure about that?"
She leaned forward, hands resting on the desk, her smirk widening. "Very."
Justin chuckled, breaking the mont just enough to keep it playful. "Alright, alright. You win this round. But don't get too comfy, Adams. I'm not the type to roll over easy."
She leaned back, tapping her nails against the desk. "Oh, I know you're not easy I have tasted that first hand. That's what makes this fun."
Justin ran a tongue over his teeth, grinning. "Yeah, fun's one word for it."
She just winked and spun in her chair, acting way too satisfied with herself. "Buckle up, baby. You're about to find out what it's like having this close all day, every day."
Justin shook his head, smirking as he leaned back again. "Now things are getting interesting." He looked at Adams, her assemble after their ti together was a different and inviting.
She'd swapped her previous outfit for sothing that scread Latina bombshell—a tight, high-waisted pencil skirt hugging every curve, paired with a black satin blouse with buttons undone just enough to show her cleavage for a tease. The fabric clung to her like it wished it was her second skin.
Justin barely spared her a glance at first, adjusting his watch. Almost past lunchti. Ti to move. The easy smirks and playful teasing? Over. He had shit to do.
Still, before he could pull himself fully back into work mode, his eyes flicked up—just once—to take her in.
"Damn. I think I grew more lustful after the system!" But truth be told, he was just way to sexually active. Many celebrities and girls at school could confirm that. Adams on the other hand...
She was the kind of woman who didn't just walk through a room; she owned the space the second she stepped into it. Confident. Sultry. Like she knew the power she had over n and wasn't afraid to use it. The kind he enjoyed the most.
He exhaled through his nose, shaking off whatever lingering thoughts tried to cling to him. Enough. Fun ti was over.
He straightened his tie, rolling his shoulders back as his entire deanor shifted. Cold. Calculated. The Justin that got shit done.
Before being introduced to the whole Black Veil operation—the real introduction, not the surface-level crap—he had to set his sights on the right targets.
"Martinez," he called out, voice clipped, all traces of warmth gone. "Give a list of all powerful won in Vegas—powerful, but they've never asked for our services."
That was where his focus was now. Not on the easy ones. The ones with nas who always ca knocking on their doors? Too predictable. Too easy for him to target and it wouldn't take him so much ti. He could snap his fingers and have them begging for a eting.
No, he wanted the ones who thought they didn't need Black Veil. The ones who should be in their pocket but weren't. Of course he wasn't disregarding others who uses Black Veil in fact he had a few targets already.
And the first na on his list?
He already had her.
Even while wasting ti chatting with Adams, he'd been making moves. Because this? This was how he played the ga.
Justin leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the desk as his eyes flicked over the digital profiles in front of him. His target's na stood out like a neon sign in a dark alley—bold, familiar, irritatingly consistent.
She had a pattern, one that had been running for years. Every two months, on the exact sa day, she ca to Black Veil requesting the sa damn service. Not once had she deviated. Not once had she entertained any of the other elite-tier options they offered. No upgrades, no additional perks. Just the sa old request like she was placing a fucking coffee order yet as if it was ga for her she never even slept with the gigolos she asked for or entangled with the escorts.
Justin exhaled sharply, shaking his head. He hated loose ends. People who operated on strange, unexplained patterns bothered him. And this one? This one was too goddamn predictable and unpredictable at the sa ti.
He was going to unravel her.
In the next few days, she'd co waltzing back through Black Veil's doors, smiling that sa smile, making that sa request. And this ti? This ti, he was going to make sure she didn't leave the sa way she ca in.
Across the room, Martinez glanced up from her screen, sensing the shift in his deanor. It was subtle but absolute. The teasing, the easygoing banter—gone. That razor-sharp energy had settled in, and suddenly, everything about him was locked in place.
She didn't ask questions. She just moved.
Her fingers danced across the keyboard, pulling up reports, cross-referencing nas. She had an idea of what he was after—or at least, she thought she did.
To Martinez, this was just another power play. Another strategic move to pull more influential won into Black Veil's web.
But she was wrong.
This wasn't about Black Veil's expansion.
This was about his agenda. His own priorities.
Selfish. Calculated. Unapologetic.
And Adams?
She had no fucking clue what she'd just walked into.
*****
Models, escorts, influencers—the whole roster of Black Veil's elite was teetering on the edge, with other agencies practically foaming at the mouth to snatch them up. But Justin wasn't sweating over them.
Because if he got her, he got all of them.
Chloe.
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