“I-I need something for pain,” he muttered.
“Why?”
“Because I have a fucking headache,” he said, opening another drawer. “Which strain of sugar helps with pain?”
“This one.” I nodded to one of the sugar sticks on my desk, which contained a natural sedative that had proven to work miracles on pain receptors. I’d had an order for them from a pain management center, and was boxing them up.
I’d spent the day working on fixing the dick stick, as Cole had dubbed it, so we didn’t have another Enzo situation. Next to the pain sticks, the dick sticks sat.
I’d had one of our guys come in and test it. He’d definitely gotten hard, but he was so high and lovey, that I knew it was working. He’d left to go see his girl, and had reported back no major side effects, so I gave it to five other men, who said nothing happened and they’d had the best sex they’d ever had.
I’d given Anson the message earlier from Rosalie and had poured myself into work while Ann took care of Laz for me.Knowing Rosalie was hurting somewhere made me sick, but hearing her voice let me know she was still OK wherever she was.
Anson had practically wept when I’d called him with what I knew. He questioned me for ten minutes, but I told him everything I knew before he hung up to reach out to Ryder.
I was still trying to deal with the fact that Fox was alive.
My world had been turned upside down. It was no wonder Rosalie told me not to visit his grave. To let him go.
Because the son of a bitch was still alive and had run off without us to be with Rosalie. He’d married her.
I knew I shouldn’t be pissed at him, but I spent years hurting over missing him. And Enzo? Fuck, he beat himself up daily over Fox’s death.
He and Cole would be devastated when they learned Fox had faked the entire thing just to get away from us.
It broke my fucking heart and made me angry.
But hurt. I was more hurt than anything else.
“Do you have more?” Cole asked.
He was agitated and in a hurry. Something was definitely up with him.
“Uh, yeah,” I said, separating a few into a smaller pile for him. I watched him pace the room.
“Do you want to talk?” I asked after a few minutes.
“Do you?” he asked, turning to look at me.
I slowly shook my head. “I don’t really have anything to talk about.”
“Enzo said you broke up with Emily.”
“Uh, yeah,” I muttered. “That’s over, I guess.”
“You said nothing was happening with her.”
I shrugged. “Nothing did happen, as is evident by her not being my girl.”
“What was it like?” He stopped pacing and stared at me.
“What was what like?”
“Kissing someone. Touching someone. Fucking someone. New. Who wasn’t Rosalie?” His voice wobbled.
I licked my lips. “I-I don’t want to talk about this with you, Cole.”
His bottom lip trembled. “Did you get off, E? Did she make you come like your sweetheart used to?”
