Page 52 of His Wicked Revenge

I remove my hand from hers, sitting back in my seat as I stare out the window. Chloe’s words stick with me about how Myles deserved a better life and how her mother deserved to live longer.

Deserve.

I deserve to live a life that I am happy with.

And that starts with Leo.

CHAPTER 23

Leo

“I can’t believe you’re getting married,” I say in disbelief as the tailor takes his measurements. We’ve been here for only thirty minutes, and the store is not busy. The owner was able to take us back right away to get me fitted for my suit.

“Who would have thought?” Myles smirks, tightening a tie around his neck.

“Not me. And definitely not with my sister.” I laugh. “Not with your track record.”

“You’re one to speak,” he quips back. His tone is light, making me aware he is joking, but it doesn’t divert the punch to my gut. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yes, you did.” We both know he meant it. “Don’t apologize.”

“Do you think you’ll get married someday?” Myles questions, loosening the tie to redo it.

“Maybe.” I shrug. The tailor finishes and gestures me off the stand and to a chair. I happily sit and watch my best friend struggle with his tie. “If the right woman comes along.”

“That woman isn’t Veronica, right?” His eyes slide from his reflection to where I’m sitting.

“No, she isn’t.” I’m hoping Myles hears a hint of truth in that statement. There can’t be a future for her and me. But maybe… No, there can’t be.

“I actually have a date.” It was one that I thought about getting out of, but ultimately decided that I might as well just go. Rachel is into me, although the feeling isn’t mutual. The only reason I am taking her on the date, besides the fact I offered it to get Veronica’s key, is because I know it would piss Veronica off.

“With?”

“The woman who rented my apartment to me.”

“Isn’t she like sixty?” His lip snarls in disgust before he fixes his face. “Not that I’m judging. If you want to go for an older woman, go for it as long as it isn’t Veronica.”

“Rachel isn’t sixty.” I shake my head with a laugh. “She is our age.”

“Oh, good.” He sighs in relief.

“Don’t tell my sister about it, though. She is so hellbent on Veronica and me being together.”

“I’ll keep my lips sealed.” He pretends to zip his lips shut. Then, Myles, being his goofy self, unzips it to say, “So, since you won’t be pursuing anything with Veronica, how are you going to break that news to your sister?”

“Tell her that it didn’t work out.” I play with a string on my pants, not looking up at him. “Chloe will be bummed, but she will understand.”

“But for now, you’re going to pretend to like her?” He gives up on the tie, sliding it off his neck and tossing it on the chair beside me. I nod in response, and he asks, “What happens if things get heated between you guys? I mean, there is a history there. Are you going to be able to stop yourself?”

I roll my jaw and stop my fingers from playing with the string. I slowly nod, humming in response before I give him a verbal one. “Yeah.”

“You son of a bitch.” He emits a breathy laugh. “Something already happened, didn’t it?”

Inhaling a deep breath, I lift my eyes to the mirror, seeing the reflection of how I’m sitting. It’s the same way I was sitting in Veronica’s bedroom chair a week ago when she licked my cum clean off her floor.

When I threatened her with a wine opener. The image of her bent over, lapping up my release, causes a warmth to stir in my stomach.

It was hot. So hot that it hasn’t left my mind.