Chapter 48. Finding Willow (1)

Nicholas’s POV

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

One of my hands gripped my hair and I didn’t even realize it until I felt the tugging. I’d been trying to break myself of that bad habit since birth, but it always came out when I was stressed.

Or pissed.

Or angry.

And today I was all three.

A huge deal had fallen through because of someone else’s incompetency, I’d ruined my favorite tie from a coffee spill, and I hadn’t had sex in over six months.

I was ready to blow something up.

I turned back to the conversation in my ear when the voice kept droning on.

“Francis, shut the fuck up with your psychobabble bullshit and fire his ass. Today. Or I will.”

I slammed the phone down, knocking files and papers off the edge of my desk. I glared at the resulting mess all over the floor, taking a few deep breaths before I truly lost it. No sooner had I calmed down somewhat when the nasal voice of my secretary came through the intercom.

“Mr.