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“Wait. Back the fuck up, why would he sell it us cheaper?” I stare at him with furrowed brows.
Reed’s grin widens, if that is even possible. “Because he knows how ruthless I am.”
“Fuck.” Mase sighs dramatically, causing us all to laugh. “What the hell have you got to do?”
Reed smirks, and even I can acknowledge how sinister it looks. “He needs me to shut down a community project and clear a few houses.”
“Clear a few fucking houses?” Mase grumbles through a clenched jaw. His eyebrows shoot up and his nostrils flare.
“This could be bad publicity, Reed,” I argue back.
Reed holds his hand up. “I have a plan. Don’t worry. We’ll be the heroes, the good Samaritans.” He smiles a toothy, knowing grin, reassuring us he knows exactly what the hell he’s doing.
“What the fuck ever. I have a wife to get home to. Just don’t rock the boat, we’ve created an empire here. People get angsty when you want to touch their properties.”
I push back in my chair but don’t miss the furrow of his eyebrows. “It isn’t their property to begin with, they pay rent.”
Mase snorts. “And that is the exact reason why we should be worried.” He points at Reed, whose face is contorted in confusion.
“How’s the wife going, anyway?” Tate wiggles his eyebrows as I tidy around my desk. “Is it true what they say, happy wife, happy life?”
I choke on a sardonic laugh. “She’s great.”
“Great?” Reed responds, wide-eyed in disbelief.
And it’s true, she is great. If it wasn’t for her brother, things would be better than great.
When I lift my head from the stack of paperwork for tomorrow, I’m greeted by all three of my friends staring at me. “What?”
Mase shrugs. “You seem... happy.”
“I heard that pregnant women are horny all the time. Is that true?” Tate throws in, breaking the very moment I was going to tell them I am happy.
My temper rockets and the veins protrude in my head.Is he for fucking real?“I’m not discussing our sex life with you!”
“Never stopped you from discussing Lizzie.” His cocky smile widens, and he wiggles his eyebrows.
“Shewasn’t my fucking wife.”
Tate holds his hands up in surrender.
My phone vibrates on the desk, and I pick it up. All anger is erased when I see confirmation for my surprise for Emi and bump. I pocket my phone and ignore my friends’ jibes on the way out of the door, only lifting my hand to give them all the finger.
FIFTEEN
EMI
It’s been almost a week of me and Shaw getting along. The morning he came all over me, something changed between us, leading us to make more of an effort with one another.
Shaw wakes in the morning and has a chat to bump before we either have sex or I give him a blow job. Then he goes to work while I hang around the house. In the afternoon, I message him, asking him what meal he fancies for dinner, and he always replies the same.
Shaw: Something Italian and food.
He makes me smile every damn time at giving me the freedom to choose our meals. A simple act I never envisaged having control over but loving it, nevertheless.
I’m plating the vegetables when his scent invades me. I love how I can still smell his aftershave on him even though he’s been at work all day.
He palms my stomach. “Did you miss me?” Shaw poses the same question every day, and I’m never really sure if it’s aimed at me or bump.
