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“Will you, though?” he asks. “You said you thought you loved Serena, and now what? You just…moved on?”
When I think of Serena, she is automatically removed and inserted is the picture of a red head, with dazzling green eyes.
Serena was a change, and maybe if I’d tried hard enough, I could have stayed in love with her. Maybe. But I’m not, and there’s no changing that.
“Moving on.”
“You don’t have to. You could make this real. Try with Lottie. You might find you like her more than just a bed mate.”
“Don’t go getting all sentimental on me now, Barry, just because you have goo-goo eyes for her friend.” He smiles, not even trying to deny it.
“What I don’t get, is why you waited so long?” he asks. “You took the video a year ago. What made you not use it then and go back to Serena?”
“I liked her and felt bad.” I shrug. “But then I realized, in the game of business all cards must be dealt. I have to deal mine to get what I want, and let’s face it. Feeling bad for a woman, is low, even for me.”
“I just hope you know what you’re doing, and you don’t fall too hard for her, because if she finds out why you really wanted her to sign that contract, she will hate you and there’s no turning back from that.”
“She will find out…in a year. Until then…”
I drink what’s left of my glass and leave.
It’s time to pick up my fiancée.
CHAPTER 17
LOTTIE
Whiskey’s waiting when I finish. I didn’t expect him to be, but I’m a little relieved when I see him. I turn around to find him leaning against his car, his suit jacket undone and just a touch of chest showing.
“That man could bounce a quarter off that chest,” Bianca whispers next to me.
“Bianca, this is Whiskey.” Whiskey’s eyes flash to me when I say his name. “My fiancé.” Then I feel Bianca’s eyes on me. I work with her every day, and I haven’t told her I was dating anyone, let alone engaged.
“You’re engaged?” she asks, shocked.
“Yep,” is all I can manage in reply.
“To him?” she asks, pointing.
“To me. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Whiskey offers her his hand.
“I mean, I can see why you’d want to strap that down. But wow, Lottie. That’s fast.” Whiskey watches me as I cringe.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I wave to her, and she just walks off.
“You work together?”
“Yes, for quite some time. I made her manager because she’s really good at what she does.”
Whiskey opens the car door, letting me in. “Do you want her at the wedding?” he asks. Leaning down to look at me, his gaze captures mine, and it takes so much to look away from him. I’m exhausted, and the last thing I want to do is play games with Whiskey. Clearly, he wins them, the sneaky bastard.
“I’m not planning it, so I’m not sure who is invited,” I tell him.
“I know. I already have it planned. Luckily for you.” He shuts the door. “Do you want to go out? Make this real?”
“None of this is real, Whiskey. This is just a trumped-up fantasy of yours. For god knows what and why. I have a life, and I don’t want to play a part in yours.” I’m tired and fed up with his bullshit.
Whiskey takes off quickly, the wheels skidding out and his hands squeezing the steering wheel so tight they turn white. “I’ve been trying, you know, to make this smooth. To make this not be so bad for you. But you make it real fucking hard, Bunny.”
