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As soon as I posted the pic, comments flooded shortly after.
“What are you doing?” Wes plonks himself on the sofa beside me wearing his sweats and no shirt. He did it on purpose, and as much as it irritates me, I’m still reminded of how attractive Wesley is.
I raise my cell showing him the pic. He smiles then grabs the remote.
“I thought you were going out for drinks?” I ask him, half paying attention as I respond to a fan who comments on my dress.
“Nah. Thought I’d stay home.”
I keep my thoughts to myself, scrolling down until I see Logan commented on my post. Most people would think nothing of him commenting since it’s known we’re family friends and that Ash is his best friend. The smartass, of course, has to have a final say. Must have been a hot day in Cali. Your cheeks look flushed.
With Wes beside me, I keep my smile hidden and refrain from commenting. I scroll through the other comments until my cell rings and Mom comes up on the screen.
“Hey, Mom. You’re on speaker and Wes is here.”
“Oh, hi honey!” Mom greets with an upbeat tone.
Wes leans forward, speaking into the cell. “Hey, Abbi, long time no speak.”
“I know,” she agrees. “I’ll be there in three weeks. Did Emmy tell you?”
He looks at me, rolling his eyes. “No, she didn’t.”
“My fault, Mom. We just got back from lunch. But that’s great news,” I tell her. “We found out today we’re heading to London next week for the Victoria Secret show.”
“How fantastic,” she cheers. “Are you going to visit Ash and Logan’s place?”
I can see Wes’ demeanor change instantly, watching me with cautious eyes.
“Hadn’t thought about it. I might call Ash tonight and see if I can squeeze some time with him.”
“Oh, kid, call him later. They’re out on a double date. Alessandra set Logan up with a nurse from her work. Can you imagine that? I hate to admit, but I think those boys have a fetish for medical professionals.”
Logan’s on a date with a nurse?
My stomach hardens at the thought. I’m well aware Wesley’s still watching me, so I quickly come up with something to say to suppress my jealousy. “All right, Mom, I’ll give him a buzz tomorrow.”
“Night, kiddo… night, Wes.”
We say goodnight in unison before I hang up and throw my cell on the sofa beside me.
“What are we watching?” I ask, eyes fixed on the screen ignoring my head telling me that I have no right to be jealous. We agreed that whatever went on outside that hotel room doesn’t matter. Who we saw, what we did.
“Game of Thrones?”
“Sure, why not.”
He pauses the screen and turns to face me. “Em, I’m trying here. I fucking miss you,” he strains.
“I know,” I say quietly, turning to face him.
His stubble covers his square jaw, and with his eyes serious and begging for forgiveness, I find myself softening under his gaze.
Placing his hands on my cheek, I rest my face in his palm allowing myself to revisit the feelings of being in love with Wesley Rich. He’s warm, and only a small part of me wishes things were the same. The other part of me is raging with jealousy that Logan’s fucking some slut.
I allow him to kiss me—without the cameras present.
It’s soft, sweet, and nothing like the ravenous Wesley who would practically maul me each time we kiss. When I retract, he tugs on the string of my tank and pulls i
