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If I had it in me to apologize for being such an ignorant brute, perhaps I could fix it. But I don’t, and not because she doesn’t deserve it. But because she does—and I’m just a prideful dick.
Instead, I point out the obvious when she returns from the bathroom.
“Your boyfriend didn’t tell you he sold the club.”
She glances up at me, a glimpse of confusion on her face before understanding. “Technically, he used it as collateral. For a loan from your dad.”
“He’s not my dad,” I reply, my tone dripping with resentment. “Not anymore.”
Sage takes a deep breath, looking sympathetic. “Well, it would seem Brett got a loan from Truett,” she says, correcting herself.
I laugh. “Your boyfriend isn’t getting that title back. When my father has the upper hand, he keeps it.”
She lets out a sad-sounding chuckle before shrugging her shoulders. “Oh well. Not my business anymore.”
“Did you just find out tonight?” I ask.
“Shortly before you came in. Yes. He said he was using the money to hire some sex club consultant. Which is ironic because he’s never listened to me, so I don’t know why he would listen to her.”
I stare at her with scrutiny while I silently wonder what the fuck that Brett guy had that was worth so much heartache and pain.
“It seems we were both betrayed tonight.” She says it very casually, but I can see the hurt in her eyes. Just two weeks ago, I saw the pride on her face when she gave me the card to the club. Now, it’s all been ripped away from her, and I’m curious if that hurts worse than the lost relationship.
“He’s so busy taking care of your dad that he hasn’t even texted me to see if I’m okay.”
I want to tell her I’m sorry, but I don’t.
She opens the bandage and stretches it over my skin. I wince from the sting, but after it’s in place, I feel like a new man. No more aching nose or dripping blood.
But with my focus no longer stolen by the pain, I’m left to picture the whole scenario again. My father grotesquely tongue fucking some random woman right there in the open at the club.
“It doesn’t make any fucking sense,” I say, and Sage stares at me in confusion.
“What?”
“How he can go there and do that where anyone can see. After he’s been so vocal about closing them down. Why hasn’t anyone outed him for that?”
She laughs. “Oh, you mean the VIPs? That good-ole-boys’ club? Your father isn’t even the most prodigious man in that group of snakes.”
“You’re joking,” I reply, stunned.
“I wish. Your dad feels comfortable in there because as long as he holds everyone else’s secrets, his are safe.”
“And Brett wouldn’t ever use that against him?” I ask, trying to piece it all together.
“Not now that Truett Goode holds the deed.”
“Brett is an idiot,” I reply before I can stop myself. “Sorry.”
“No, you’re right. But to all of them, it’s a game of power over each other. They probably get off on that more than the sex, to be honest. They think they have each other by the balls, but what they really have is a roomful of powerful men just holding balls.”
I let out a laugh.
Once the tiny apartment grows quiet, I look up at where she’s sitting across from me. “I should go. I can catch an Uber.”
“It’s late,” she replies softly. “You can take the couch. It’s really comfortable. I sleep on it almost every night.”
There’s something in her expression that has me thinking shewantsme to stay. It’s the only reason I give her a nod and a tight smile. “Okay. If you’re sure.”
