The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max) novel Chapter 67

Lark and Max entered the small office space in the hotel room and waited for Oona to arrive.

“What was your dad telling you off for?” Lark asked him quietly.

“For breaking the bed. Housekeeping complained we broke the headboard in the room.”

“Max, you yanked the handcuffs through the wooden bar,” she mocked him.

“I needed to touch.” He whispered back, “you felt incredible.”

“Shut up! My father is right outside the door.”

“Yeah, well he’s probably being told by my father it was you who handcuffed me to the bed.”

Her face turned fuchsia at Max’s words. “Wait, you told him what we were doing?”

“I told him you handcuffed me to the bed and were being naughty and I needed to get free any way possible, so I yanked my arms through the cheap ass bed he allowed his hotel manager to stock the rooms with.”

“You told your father I handcuffed you to the bed?” she hissed out furiously. “You told him we were having s*x?”

“Nope!” Grady was starting to walk into the room and paused as he heard her whispered question, “this stops now or you’re on your own dealing with this crazy lady.”

“Sorry Dad,” Lark looked up apologetically to her father.

“I am not a prude, and neither am I stupid enough to think you’re some innocent waif saving herself for marriage, but I do not ever want to hear the particulars of what is happening in your bedroom. Am I clear?” he shifted his eyes between them.

“Yes sir,” Max was struggling not to laugh as Lark groaned and buried her face in her hands. “I was only telling her why Dad was angry.”

“I don’t need to know why Olivier is angry.”

“They broke the bed with Lark’s handcuffs,” Olivier walked in and smacked Grady on the shoulder as the man tried to leave the room. “If I had to know, so did you. Next time you decide to get freaky do it in a hotel I don’t own, please?”

Heriberto poked his head in, “sounds like I’m coming in right at the correct timing.”

“No.” Grady shook his head. “This is the worst timing.”

Heriberto read the room and laughed, “oh god, did you get noise complaints or something?”

“Broke a bed.” Max held the man’s gaze.

Heriberto winked at Lark, “I knew you’d be the wild one. It’s always the innocent looking ones.”

“Enough!” Grady griped as he fell into a chair. “Are we set up for this?”

Heriberto laughed, “yes. Max, make sure you her to set her phone on this spot on the table.” He taped a device under the table. “It will clone her phone. Once the device is cloned, I will get the video and any other evidence she has. Then the state police Santiago engaged will arrest her for extortion.”

“Max, you need to get her to confess she took this video without your consent.”

“Because the texts weren’t enough?” he questioned Lark.

“Because she didn’t explicitly say in the texts you didn’t know.”

Heriberto looked at his phone, “she’s here. I’m in the next room. Her phone needs to sit here, Max.”

“I got it!” he snapped at the man and Heriberto slapped his shoulder.

“I know you’re angry. I would be too. She is going to get hers. I know you want to tell her to piss off and release the video, but your mother has gone through enough,” Olivier said quietly. “She’s one scandal away from leaving us all and living the rest of her life on the island and not allowing any of us there with her. We arrest this woman, and we do everything by the book, for your mother.”

“I’d rather release the video and make sure the audio is included. My performance was great, hers not so much.”

“Max,” Lark smacked him shaking her head at his arrogance.

“I’m just saying.”

Heriberto and Olivier left the room to go into the next one where they were watching with Santiago and the agents were watching through a small camera in the corner of the room.

Oona was escorted into the room by the hotel reception staff and then her footsteps faltered when she saw Grady and Lark. “What is this?”

“My lawyers, Grady, and Lark Hoffman. Did you think I would meet with you without legal representation Oona?” Max didn’t even bother to get up from his seat even though Grady did.

“Why is she here?” Oona lifted her chin. “She’s a b***h and I don’t want her here.”

“You took a recording of us f*****g without my consent and she’s the b***h?” Max scoffed. “Good one.”

“Better to ask forgiveness than permission, Max,” Oona said sweetly.

“You admit then you took it without my permission?”

“Yes.”