Buying Love Chapter 42 Update on AO3
Buying Love Chapter 42 Update on FFn
Buying Love Chapter 42 Update on TWCS
“Heavens, no! In
addition to his work for the government, my boss also works in the private
sector, creating security programs for various corporations and businesses.
Perhaps, you’re familiar with them? I worked for Aro Volturi and his son,
Marcus,” Jared said. “They are the owners of Volterra Technologies.”
“We use Volterra’s programs in all of our hotels,” I said.
“We used to use King Security Systems, but we had a major hack when I was in
college. It turned out that one of the lower-level employee was cloning credit
cards from all of the companies using King’s systems. We lost a lot of money
and credibility. After that situation, we went with Volterra Technologies,
paying the extra money for the higher level of protection for our clients.”
“I remember that,” Carlisle said. “You used to drive Aro and
Marcus Volturi?”
“Aro, mostly. Marcus had his own driver or he preferred to
drive himself,” Jared said, shifting uncomfortably. “Do you think I can get
some water? My pain medication is wearing off.”
“Oh, my! Of course,” I breathed. “Do you need something to
eat?”
Jared gave me a pained grin. I flew to my desk, asking for a
fruit and cheese tray along with a carafe of coffee, water and a Diet Dr.
Pepper for Carlisle. The man was addicted to that shit. About ten minutes
later, our food arrived and Jared took his pain medication, sitting back
against the couch as it took effect. “I’ll be happy when I don’t have this
crushing feeling against my chest,” Jared said as his face relaxed. “Thank you
for the food. My neighbors have been helping me in buying groceries, but my
pantry is a bit barren.”
“When I drive you back, I’ll take you shopping, Jared,”
Carlisle said. “I know what it’s like to be recuperating from an injury. Hell,
I still am.”
“That’s because you refused to go to physical therapy,
Carlisle,” I chided.
“That shit’s for pansies,” he scoffed. “I know what I need
to do, thank you very much.”
“And do you do it?” I pressed.
“No. It hurts too much,” Carlisle shrugged.
“Exactly and that’s why you still have a limp, you idiot,” I snorted. Carlisle gave me the finger.
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