Ang smacked her on the ass, hard enough to cause her to fall forward and place her hands flat on the ground.
“I'm not fucking around, Tate. You have two seconds to knock it the fuck off!” Jameson yelled.
“Ooohhh, feels like a challenge to me! Game!?” she yelled back, slowly standing up and stretching her arms above her head.
“Don't push me – you won't win.”
“Pffft, I always win.”
Tate spun around, facing Ang as she stretched her arms back, forcing her chest out. Ang didn't even hide the fact that he was staring at her tits.
“I'm not really sure what kind of game you're playing, but I gotta be honest, I like it,” he joked. Tate snorted and lowered her arms, coiling them around his neck. He rested his hands on her hips.
“Does he look mad?” she asked. Ang glanced behind her.
“Hard to tell. He always looks mad,” he pointed out, walking backwards and forcing her to follow.
“If he's standing still, he's not mad,” Tate explained.
“Oh, then he's definitely mad.”
“Is he moving?”
“He's right behind you.”
Before Tate could respond, she was grabbed by the arm and spun around. She let out a shriek as Jameson bent forward, throwing her over his shoulder before standing up right. She laughed and waved goodbye at Ang as she was carried off the court.
“Why are you always fucking pushing me?” Jameson demanded, kicking open the fence door and heading towards the main building.
“Because it's so much fun,” Tate snickered and snorted, trying to push herself upright.
“I don't find it fun,” Jameson told her.
“You certainly found Ms. Brazil fun,” Tate countered.
“Jealousy isn't attractive,” he reminded her.
“Ms. Brazil rubbing her ass all over your crotch wasn't particularly attractive, but I got through it.”
He slapped her on the ass.
“You probably enjoyed it.”
“Not even a little.”
“Well, I enjoyed it, and that's what counts.”
“Jameson, put me down,” Tate urged.
He dropped her abruptly and she stumbled on her feet, grabbing onto his arm to find her balance. She glared up at him.
“I was going to tell you about the party,” he began slowly. He'd always been a little bit psychic – she'd just been about to ask him.
“Oh really? What, right after people started showing up? What party, Jameson?” Tate demanded, folding her arms across her chest. He sighed.
“That real estate deal. Turns out Isadora is trying to go in on the same hotel property. Everyone thought it would a good idea to have a party for investors, introduce everyone. I offered the suite,” he said quickly.
“Why!?” Tate whined. “Why did we have to have it at our place? And tonight! Is there a fire!?”
“Just how the chips fell, baby girl. Gotta roll with it,” Jameson suggested. Tate sighed and rubbed at her forehead.
“I swear, I'm not being a bitch, Jameson, but after last night, I just don't think I have the energy to watch sexy-pants out there flirt with you all night while I socialize with a bunch of people I don't know and will never see again,” she explained. Jameson rolled his eyes and pulled her close.
“Shut up. You'll look sexy and find some guy of your own to flirt with,” he pointed out, guiding her towards the lounge.
“You hate it when I flirt with other men.”
“Flirting is fine. Acting like a whore is another. That will get you slapped.”
“Promises, promises.”
Tate was laughing, so she wasn't really paying attention to what was going on – they were walking past the main entrance, heading towards the lounge where Sanders would be waiting. Before they could make it, though, a man scurried away from the front doors and blocked their path.
“Kane! Kane! What are you doing in Hong Kong!?” the guy practically screamed in their faces. Two other men appeared out of nowhere and suddenly camera flashes were blinding her. Tate held her hand up, blocking her face.
“Guys, c'mon, we just got done playing tennis. Fuck off,” Jameson snapped, moving so Tate was mostly hidden behind him.
“What can you tell us about the new super resort!?” one of the other camera guys yelled.
“Nothing. Security!” Jameson shouted, keeping one arm around Tate while trying to side step the paparazzi.
“Is it true you met with Mathias O'Shea last night!?”
That caught Tate's attention. Normally they never bothered with her, only harassed him about business issues. Why would they care about her father?
“Seriously, fuck off.”
“Is it true Kane Holdings just forced O'Shea out of his position on the board of -,”
“Shut the fuck up, right now!”
“- and Kraven Brokerage is moving to block the trades being made by O'Shea's firm!?”
What the hell are they talking about!?
“Tatum! Tatum!” camera guy number two shouted, grabbing her by the shoulder and spinning her around. “Is it true your own father thinks you're Jameson's personal prostitute?”
“What!?” Tate shrieked, stumbling backwards.
She never got an answer though. Jameson's fist slamming into the guy's face pretty much shut everyone up.
I bet Hong Kong prison won't be very fun ...
“I'm not fucking around, Tate. You have two seconds to knock it the fuck off!” Jameson yelled.
“Ooohhh, feels like a challenge to me! Game!?” she yelled back, slowly standing up and stretching her arms above her head.
“Don't push me – you won't win.”
“Pffft, I always win.”
Tate spun around, facing Ang as she stretched her arms back, forcing her chest out. Ang didn't even hide the fact that he was staring at her tits.
“I'm not really sure what kind of game you're playing, but I gotta be honest, I like it,” he joked. Tate snorted and lowered her arms, coiling them around his neck. He rested his hands on her hips.
“Does he look mad?” she asked. Ang glanced behind her.
“Hard to tell. He always looks mad,” he pointed out, walking backwards and forcing her to follow.
“If he's standing still, he's not mad,” Tate explained.
“Oh, then he's definitely mad.”
“Is he moving?”
“He's right behind you.”
Before Tate could respond, she was grabbed by the arm and spun around. She let out a shriek as Jameson bent forward, throwing her over his shoulder before standing up right. She laughed and waved goodbye at Ang as she was carried off the court.
“Why are you always fucking pushing me?” Jameson demanded, kicking open the fence door and heading towards the main building.
“Because it's so much fun,” Tate snickered and snorted, trying to push herself upright.
“I don't find it fun,” Jameson told her.
“You certainly found Ms. Brazil fun,” Tate countered.
“Jealousy isn't attractive,” he reminded her.
“Ms. Brazil rubbing her ass all over your crotch wasn't particularly attractive, but I got through it.”
He slapped her on the ass.
“You probably enjoyed it.”
“Not even a little.”
“Well, I enjoyed it, and that's what counts.”
“Jameson, put me down,” Tate urged.
He dropped her abruptly and she stumbled on her feet, grabbing onto his arm to find her balance. She glared up at him.
“I was going to tell you about the party,” he began slowly. He'd always been a little bit psychic – she'd just been about to ask him.
“Oh really? What, right after people started showing up? What party, Jameson?” Tate demanded, folding her arms across her chest. He sighed.
“That real estate deal. Turns out Isadora is trying to go in on the same hotel property. Everyone thought it would a good idea to have a party for investors, introduce everyone. I offered the suite,” he said quickly.
“Why!?” Tate whined. “Why did we have to have it at our place? And tonight! Is there a fire!?”
“Just how the chips fell, baby girl. Gotta roll with it,” Jameson suggested. Tate sighed and rubbed at her forehead.
“I swear, I'm not being a bitch, Jameson, but after last night, I just don't think I have the energy to watch sexy-pants out there flirt with you all night while I socialize with a bunch of people I don't know and will never see again,” she explained. Jameson rolled his eyes and pulled her close.
“Shut up. You'll look sexy and find some guy of your own to flirt with,” he pointed out, guiding her towards the lounge.
“You hate it when I flirt with other men.”
“Flirting is fine. Acting like a whore is another. That will get you slapped.”
“Promises, promises.”
Tate was laughing, so she wasn't really paying attention to what was going on – they were walking past the main entrance, heading towards the lounge where Sanders would be waiting. Before they could make it, though, a man scurried away from the front doors and blocked their path.
“Kane! Kane! What are you doing in Hong Kong!?” the guy practically screamed in their faces. Two other men appeared out of nowhere and suddenly camera flashes were blinding her. Tate held her hand up, blocking her face.
“Guys, c'mon, we just got done playing tennis. Fuck off,” Jameson snapped, moving so Tate was mostly hidden behind him.
“What can you tell us about the new super resort!?” one of the other camera guys yelled.
“Nothing. Security!” Jameson shouted, keeping one arm around Tate while trying to side step the paparazzi.
“Is it true you met with Mathias O'Shea last night!?”
That caught Tate's attention. Normally they never bothered with her, only harassed him about business issues. Why would they care about her father?
“Seriously, fuck off.”
“Is it true Kane Holdings just forced O'Shea out of his position on the board of -,”
“Shut the fuck up, right now!”
“- and Kraven Brokerage is moving to block the trades being made by O'Shea's firm!?”
What the hell are they talking about!?
“Tatum! Tatum!” camera guy number two shouted, grabbing her by the shoulder and spinning her around. “Is it true your own father thinks you're Jameson's personal prostitute?”
“What!?” Tate shrieked, stumbling backwards.
She never got an answer though. Jameson's fist slamming into the guy's face pretty much shut everyone up.
I bet Hong Kong prison won't be very fun ...
