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A nervous laugh escapes my mouth. “Oh god, but you don’t understand… they don’t know, and I work with them at the shop.”
Lex’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline and he just gapes at me.
“Sweet, innocent Ben fucking two of his dad’s best friends. Bravo.”
He starts a slow clap and Vikki and Martha join in, looking mighty proud.
“Guys, this isn’t… stop clapping,” I hiss when I see other people start to stare. I don’t need these old gossips getting ahold of this information. I’ll never live it down. This senior living home is worse than a middle school.
“How is it? Two big men like that?” Lex asks.
I don’t respond, just take a large sip of my water and close my eyes.
“I bet it’s good.”
“It is,” I manage to say and then stare at them. “But really. Cover it up. I’m serious. Cash can’t see this…”
“Of course he can’t,” Lex says, standing up and then adding, “Come by Vikki’s room on the way out. She has this amazing concealer that her daughter sent her. We can slather some on before you leave. I won’t even charge you… this gossip was worth more than gold.”
I feel my shoulders sag in relief, hoping that Cash doesn’t notice it when I arrive at work.
And he doesn’t… initially. Lex did a good job in covering it up, but the concealer doesn’t quite match my skin tone, and Cash eyes my neck far too many times that afternoon, despite my attempts to avoid him. But I make a dire mistake. I end up alone in the back room halfway through my shift, and he corners me. I should run, but his touch freezes me. His hand wraps around my neck, his thumb smearing the makeup right off.
His eyes darken as they land on the bruise, and I feel my entire body flame and start to melt into the floor. That possessive look, the anger behind his eyes. Oh fuck, I messed up. I really fucking did. If he ends this, I only have myself to blame.
Will I end up begging to keep him?
Can I bring myself to my knees?
I think I can.
“What’s this?” he asks, his hand falling from my neck to his side.
I swallow roughly and look away. I can’t admit it. I can’t.
“Just a bruise,” I lie, and Cash’s eyes narrow.
“I’m not an idiot,” he mutters.
I swallow and then meet his stare. “Cash, I never said we were exclusive. I told you that.”
Oh god, he’s not happy. And neither am I. If he gives me up after this, I wouldn’t blame him.
“I know that,” he says, and then he turns and stalks away. I feel my shoulders droop and my chest constrict. God, I’m such a fucking idiot. I should have known better. Should have called out sick until that bruise went away.
Quickly, I pull my phone out and snap a pic, sending it to Tatum. If anything, he will know how to calm me down.
He replies instantly.
Tatum:
Oh fuck. Did they see it?”
Me:
Cash did and he’s upset.
Tatum:
