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Chapter 16
Cash
Drummingmyhandagainstmy desk, I stare at Frank while I wait for him to speak. “Can you say something already?”
Frank lifts his head and looks at me again, then shakes his head and looks away. “I told you to talk to her…not fuck her,” he grits out.
I grunt as if he’s punched me in the gut. It’s the same way I felt when I stood there with my dick hanging out at the club as Grace ran out of the room. What the fuck was I thinking? It’s like she gets within inches of me and my body takes over. I literally couldn’t stop myself.
“Have you called her?” he asks in an annoyed tone.
“Was I supposed to?”
Frank scoffs. “Fuck, you’re a bigger dumbass than I thought. Yes, you’re supposed to motherfucking call her! You are in love with the woman, and rather than telling her you’re sorry, you got drunk and fucked her again.”
“Well, unlike you I don’t watch the goddamn telenovelas. Tell me what I’m supposed to do?” Frank had a thing for telenovelas in college. He’d watch them religiously. I laugh at this memory and Frank grimaces.
Frank leans his elbows on his legs and looks down. When he raises his eyes up slowly to meet mine, he shakes his head again. “You need help. Real help.”
“That’s what I’m asking you for!”
“No. Like professional help. You should talk to someone.”
I feel a headache coming on and glance over at the liquor cabinet where I know Advil and Tylenol are stored. Frank looks in that direction too and his face morphs. “See. You are currently thinking about a drink! You can’t figure things out with Grace until you figure your own shit out.”
With both my hands gripping my desk I look at him evenly. “I know that I fucked up over the last couple of months, and I’m sorry you’ve had to witness it. But I wasn’t thinking about drinking. I’ve got it under control. I’m fine.” Standing up, I walk over to the bar, open the cabinet, and take out the Tylenol, jiggling it in front of me. “See, just wanted medicine for my headache.” I grab a water and two pills and walk over to the couch to get more comfortable.
Frank spins his chair in my direction. “You’re not fine. And until you are…everything in your life is going to remain shit.” Then he stands up and walks out of my office.
Two days later as I’m sitting at my desk, mulling over the latest plan Hanson has put together on the expansion, I’m shocked to find a text from an unknown number pop up on my phone.
“10 PM Black Label Saturday night.”
I look around the room, waiting for Frank to jump out and saygot ya, but it’s completely silent. Is Hanson screwing with me? Did he find out what I did with his brother’s girlfriend? I stare down at the phone. She’s not still dating Hayden, right? I mean if she is, she wouldn’t be texting me.
I type out fifteen responses before I send back one word.“Grace?”
The phone is silent for what feels like thirty minutes but is really only two. In that time every thought crosses my mind.What if it is her? What if it isn’t? What does this mean? Do I forgive her? Does she forgive me? Can we become something?
Does she still love me?
Her one-word answer doesn’t give me any clarity.
“Yes.”
Although a part of me knows Frank is right that I’m more fucked-up than I’d like to admit, I decide to turn to what had previously been my salvation and hope to God she’s still heaven-sent and not a devil in disguise.
“I’ll see you then.”
