I stared down at the message.
Enzo: I can’t. My friend just broke up with his girl. I need to be here in case he wakes.
Jade: I could come to you if you want. Bring the party there.
Enzo: Only if it’s a party of one.
Jade: If that’s what you want.
I stared down at what the fuck I was doing before forcing my thumbs to move on the screen again.
Enzo: You know where I live.
Jade: I’ll see you soon.
“I don’t getto come to your house enough,” Jade said as she settled on the couch. I sat in my chair, not wearing a shirt yet, and still in my sweatpants.
“You look so different without your suit on,” she continued, eyeing me as she sat forward, her tits nearly popping out of her dress.
“You look different without those ugly fucking work suits on,” I said.
She laughed at that before sipping the wine I’d given her. I’d drunk way too much to have a woman like her around me.
But fuck it. I was angry and pissed off. E had moved on. Cole was pissed. And me? What the fuck was I even doing? Wasting my life, hating myself, and for what? So I could die alone after my friend jerked me off?
We both finished our drinks, and I tried to get up but got the spins, so I fell back into my seat.
She laughed softly at that.
“I got it,” she said. “I am your assistant, after all.”
I chuckled at that, watching as she took our glasses to the bar and refilled them. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. She was gone for a minute, and in that minute, I let myself relax.
I wasn’t going to do shit with her. I made that decision. In fact, I suddenly wanted her to leave. I’d ride this shit out, drink slower, and then go to bed. I’d hang out for another half hour before bidding her good night.
The plan made sense in my head.
“How long have you had all those tattoos?” Jade eyed my chest tattoo as she handed me my drink. Red wine this time. I fucking hated wine.
I looked down at the tattoo. It snaked down to my arm sleeve and up to my neck. It ended on my fingers.
“About five years,” I said, taking a deep drink of the wine so I could get it over with. “Right after my wife died.”
“Mm, I forgot you’ve been married before.”
“She was easy to forget about,” I said, taking another drink. I’d finished it. So much for slow. It either tasted like shit, or I’d picked up the wrong kind of wine. I tried to keep a few bottles on hand, but had yet to find anything I loved.
Jade smirked at that. “So no sadness left?”
“I’m a man who lost his true love,” I said, thinking about Rosalie. “Of course I’m sad.”
My head spun again. I felt really fucking shitty. I scrubbed my hand down my face. I needed to learn to pace myself.
She got up and moved to me. I stared up at her as she stood in front of me.
“Maybe I can fix that,” she murmured.
I exhaled. “I don’t really think so.”
