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Maybe itwouldbother me more, if it wasn’t for the fact that Celeste and her goddamn husband,Amir, have basically dropped off the face of the planet somewhere in Dubai.
With their fuckingdaughter.
I swallow the hatred that boils like molten lead in my chest, waiting for it to cool to the edged steel it always turns into.
Matilde knows enough to not mention her sister around me. But, from my own digging—and Ihavedug—Matilde has also barely been in contact with her own sister for the last four years.
She’s also smart enough not to mention her father around me. But there too it’s the same thing. She and Jean haven’t spoken in a year, since Paul, her husband at the time, ran off with our friend Oliver Prince’s wife Vanessa. Apparently, Jean took that personally, and decided it was Matilde’s fault that her shit-head husband wanted to stick his prick in another man’s wife.
Jean Margaux: still the same son of a bitch four years on.
“Seems to be a good thing; she’s coming out more often now.”
“Good thing for you, you mean.”
Noel glares at me. I shrug.
“She’s a package deal, you know.”
“Yes, Adrian, I’m aware that her children aren’t an optional add-on.”
“I’m just saying, ‘step-father’ has a nice ring—”
“Adrian?”
He turns to glare at me. “If you want this breakfast on a plate instead of shoved up your ass, shut the fuck up.”
I grin into my coffee as he finishes with the bacon, sausages, beans, and fried eggs on the stove. Not quite a full English, but I’ll take a half any day.
I’m not just giving him shit for the sake of giving him shit. Matilde Laurentdoescome with two small additions: three-year-old Naomi, and eight-month-old Cora—two more casualties of Paul and Vanessa’s fling, along with Oliver’s three-year-old son, Jacob.
Noel plates our food and then pauses, a scowl on his face.
“When did Prince fucking leave last night, anyway?”
I sigh. Noel and Oliver are seemingly perpetually in competition with each other oversomething. And most recently, that something seems to be Matilde, given how they were both vying for her attention last night before she slipped out early to relieve her nanny.
“Late.”
I eye him.
“Muchlater than her, relax.”
“I’m perfectly relaxed.”
I roll my eyes.
“And he went home.Hishome. He has a young son, remember?”
“I’m not sure I could forget, given how many times he mentioned it to Matilde last night.”
I shake my head as I shovel food into my mouth.
“They both got burned, Noel.”
“No,shegot burned. Oliver Prince is a dumb, greedy prick who lost his wife because he only gives a shit about himself.”
I glare at him. “Do I need to lean on Thomas to make sure you two get into the ring soon?”
