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“Welp.” I take the last bite of my sundae. “I guess I’ll see you at our death sentence.”
“Can’t wait,” Benny grumbles. “Until next time, my unwanted wife.”
CHAPTEREIGHT
BENNY
The mansion issilent when I walk into the foyer. The only light source comes from a gargoyle sconce on the wall. My father requested I end my work early tonight since tomorrow is my wedding.
Neomi was correct in her assessment of the home I’d taken her to. There’s no character because there’s been no life. I haven’t slept one night there.
Every night, I sleep at the mansion.
It’s not like I’m crashing on the couch here. I have plenty of privacy and my own wing.
But that’s about to change.
I curl my lip as I take in the silence around me.
Silence is deadly to me. I prefer chaos.
Silence makes me remember and awakens memories I want to forget.
I run a hand over my face and stroll toward the staircase before suddenly stopping. There’s one more thing I need to do before my wedding.
Speak with Gretchen.
Not to fuck her. We saw the mayhem a blow job caused.
Whether it will make my night better or worse, I have no idea.
We haven’t spoken since the engagement party. I’ve texted her a few times, but she hasn’t replied. I’m sure my father spoke with her and offered a hefty bonus to never speak of what happened in the billiards room. Then, I’d bet my left nut Natalia spoke with her. Natalia has always been worried about my relationship with Gretchen. She knew it’d end up hurting Gretchen, and it did.
I take a left and stroll down the long corridor leading to the employee quarters. Most of our employees live with us—cooks, housekeepers, landscapers, and their families. We are good to our help and always will be.
Miriam, Gretchen’s mother, has worked for the Marchettis for years. Gretchen grew up in her grandmother’s home until we hired her here last year. The day I met her, she blushed and struggled for words. She made her crush known—arguing with her mother to clean my room and do my laundry.
One night, while she was cleaning the dining room, I stopped and said hi. We chatted for an hour and then ended up fucking right there, on the table, and haven’t stopped since.
But now, the time has come.
I have to say goodbye to Gretchen.
I hear the TV playing through the door to her suite when I knock on it. It takes her a few seconds before the door cracks open, and she pokes her head through the gap.
“Go away, Benny.”
A heavy feeling forms in my chest. Gretchen has never spoken to me like that. When she goes to shut the door, I kick out my foot to stop it. She blows out a long breath when I push the door open and step inside.
Candy wrappers and tissues litter the coffee table, and Reese Witherspoon is crying on the TV screen. Gretchen steps in front of me, her hands on her hips, wearing pink sweats and one of my old gym tees. Her pale face is puffy, her eyes red, and her stare is distant as we look at each other.
We knew this day would come. The problem is, we never discussed what would happen when it did.
I shut the door behind me, walk into the living room, and shove my hands into my pockets. “You knew I was engaged before I ever touched you.” I remove one hand to run it over my sweaty forehead.
I made it clear from the beginning that we’d be nothing but casual sex. Gretchen became my steady fuck—myonlyfuck. I was loyal and honest with her.
