Show No Mercy by Bethany Walkers Read Free Book Online

                           
    “To Sophie Steele’s house, or office, please. She needs a good talking to,” Adam ordered.              
     
    “OK, sir. You do know that as her office is quite a distance away, you’ll have to pay quite a lot? It may round up to fifty quid.” Rhys paused. “And then you’ll have to give me a tip because I’m a very handsome bloke who’s pulling all the girls in to look at your car.”                                         
    Adam snorted. “Shut up, Rhys. The money doesn’t matter right now. I’m a rich man, but I know where my money is going. I can tell you that you’re NOT one of those things. Anyway, all I’m interested in is seeing Sophie.”                                                                                                                
    “You really do think a lot of your love, don’t you, sir?” Rhys grinned, his teeth goofing out.                                                                                                                              
    “Do you actually believe in all that rubbish? Honestly, why did I hire you?” Adam shook his head in pity.                            
     
    “Sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to offend you,” Rhys said innocently, even though he would have never taken his words back.             
     
    “Apology accepted. Now, drive, and drive quickly, I’m leaving a lot of my paperwork just to go on this trip.” Adam coughed, because the smell of Rhys was starting to transport heavily around the car. “For the sake of friggin’ hell, open the windows, Rhys!” Adam bellowed.                                                                                                 
    “Yes, sir.” Rhys didn’t complain, even though he couldn’t smell his own stench.                                                                                                  
    Within a split second, the car came to a sudden halt.                                          
    “RHYS, YOU RUDDY DRIVER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW?” Adam yelled.                                                                                    
     
    “We’re in a traffic jam, sir. I can’t help but to slow down.”                                                                                                 
    “Shut up, you spotty pig. Get a life.”                            
     
    Rhys could feel himself blushing to the roots of his greasy black hair, which was building up a nest of nits, and even more sweat.                                                                                                               
    “You’re so hopeless, Rhys. Wind the windows down some more, I need some goddamn fresh air.”                            
     
    Rhys did as he was told.                                                       
     
    Adam stared outside as the wind lapped on his face, making him feel cool and fresh, and rather more relaxed.