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THE MOTHERFUCKING ENEMY
PRESENT
“Idon’t want to be here long,” I grumble, rolling my eyes when Abraham squeezes the hand he holds in his grip as we enter my sister’s house. “What? I’m tired and I don’t feel like socializing.”
It’s close to a whine but putting in extra hours at my business has made me crankier than usual.
“Your sister doesn’t ask much of you,” he reminds me, pressing a kiss into the hand he’d just squeezed. “Indulge her this once. I’m sure she’ll be grateful.”
He’s right. And I fucking hate admitting it because it’s easier to be the right one.
I plaster a smile on my face as Denise opens her front door, squealing when she sees us.
“Get your asses in here,” she says, pulling me in for a hug.
“You’re already drinking?” I ask into her neck as she holds me there for a moment.
“Mmhm,” she says before she reaches for a hug from Abraham. “I think you get handsomer every time I see you!”
Abraham flushes and I elbow him.
“Don’t listen to her. She’s been drinking.”
Denise sticks out her tongue before taking my hand and leading me into the house. “Remember that couple I told you about?”
As she leads me away, I stare back at Abraham, shaking my head. I told him I didn’t want to be here long and now I’m being dragged away by a drunk Denise.
“Where are my babies?” I ask about her boys as we walk through the dining room filled with people. This was supposed to be a tiny gathering but it’s looking more like a full-on house party.
“With their other aunt. Don’t change the subject,” she hisses. I catch sight of her husband Gavin who waves and gives me a grimace when I lift a brow at him. We both know drunk Denise is a force to be reckoned with.
“What couple?” I ask, remembering what she said when she first led me away.
“The one looking for an interior designer. He’s loaded and they spend most of their time traveling. But I think they’re ready to settle down in the area, so of course, I recommended you.”
“How do you know them?”
“I did a signing at her family bookstore,” she mentions before calling out for someone named Eloise.
The woman named Eloise turns and oh my goodness, is she stunning. Long brown hair down her back, expressive brown eyes, and a resting bitch face to boot. But when she smiles at us, her entire face lights up.
“Just in time,” she says to us. “Remember I was telling you about Ezra’s friend who just moved here?”
All of these names have my brain jumbled as I watch their interaction, wishing I could find Abraham and we could leave.
Eloise and Denise are talking and just as I’m tuning it all out, I see a familiar face headed toward us.
No. It can’t be.
As she nears us, she catches sight of me.
And her entire demeanor changes.
“Denise, this is Sef and his girlfriend Selene,” I hear Eloise say.
Selene.
The motherfucking enemy.
The woman who nearly ruined my company.
Shit.
