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He nods. “And do you plan to fuck him?”
Whiskey’s words for some reason shock me. “Get out.”
I get up from the table, not even bothering to go any further with this conversation.
Whiskey follows me though.
Because he can’t leave well enough alone.
CHAPTER 24
WHISKEY
“You should check your phone.” I smile as I hit send to her. She eyes me suspiciously and reaches for her phone pulling it out, when she does, I know what she sees.
Did she really think I wouldn’t know. She has a drummer’s number on her hand, and I saw it happen, I watched as she paused and I could tell, if I was not in the picture, she would have gone home with him that night.
“You are recording me again?” she screams and throws her phone at my head. “How did you get cameras in my bar? How do you even have access to the cameras in my bar? Fuck you, Whiskey.” She walks over and pushes me, but I don’t budge.
I lean in real close.
“Those cameras are mine.”
“They are not,” she says her hand goes to her hip at it pops to the side.
Fuck, this woman.
“Oh, but they are. I watch you strut your stuff in that bar. I watch as men eye fuck you. But you are married now. So, I won’t accept it. He’s lucky I didn’t break his fucking legs for what he said, and if you call him, Bunny, I will break his fucking legs.”
“You don’t have the power, just because you are rich doesn’t mean you have that power.” I smile and lean in and kiss her cheek, she sucks in a breath.
“I’ve killed for less, my sweet Bunny.”
Lottie storms off to the bedroom, and when I walk in, I don’t even recognize it as my own anymore. All my things are gone from the closet, and all that hangs in there are her things. Her wedding dress, which I dream about her in often, hangs proudly on the door.
“You got rid of my things?” I ask, coming up behind her.
She starts taking off her earrings, one by one. “Yes. Why would I keep your shit here if you aren’t here,” she answers, then sits on the bed, slipping off her shoes.
“Don’t get undressed. We have an event.”
She eyes me up and down. “You can go by your damn self.”
“No, you should come. Your parents will be there.”
She harrumphs, and I know I’ve won.
“Black tie?” she asks, but the way she says it I can see the defeat in her. Then with an eye roll she follows with, “Of course, it is. My father would not go to anything less.” She walks to her closet and pulls out a dress.
“You don’t have to wear an evening dress, if you don’t want to.”
She eyes me suspiciously. “What? Of course I do, there’s a dress code for a reason.” Then she starts undressing.
I turn, looking away and sitting on the bed while she gets ready.
Walking into the bathroom she disappears, and I see the bedding has even changed. You can’t even tell I used to live here. It’s completely her.
“Okay, I’m ready. Let’s get this over with.” Lottie didn’t redo her make-up, but she still looks absolutely beautiful.
