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“I love you, Nymph.”
“I love you more,” she said, her heart in her eyes. “No matter how hard he tries to claim me, we both know who I belonged to first.”
We hung up.
Fuck, I was tired.
Tired of being away from my wife.
Chapter Six: Valor
The house was too quiet.
Another night of trying to woo Richardson into investing—which meant another several hours in his favorite strip club.
Sometimes, my life felt like Groundhog Day.
He was trying to talk me into the construction of yet another upscale apartment building, but the market was saturated, and the city in question needed housing that was decent, affordable, and created a sense of community. Trying to talk Richardson into something even marginally altruistic was as effective as beating my head against a steel door.
No little gifts were waiting for me at home. No indication that Loïc had dropped by to make me feel like my life wasn’t all work and no play.
I showered, too disgruntled to even bother rubbing one out.
I missed Tarryn.
Maybe I even missed Loïc.
Pathetic.
Was thiswhat a midlife crisis felt like? I wasn’t quite thirty yet, but working and going to the gym wasn't feeling like enough anymore. I liked reading, but I didn’t have any good books lined up.
I threw myself on the couch and flipped through a delivery app, trying to muster interest in dinner.
The phone rang with a video call. Unknown name. I swiped to answer, actually finding myself hoping it was Leduc.
“Where have you been?” he grumped. How could he look good even when he was scowling? He was sitting in Tarryn’s car, but he was alone. It was about ten AM there.
I grinned, despite myself, not even caring that he had no reason to know I hadn’t been home all evening. Loïc knew everything, and I was getting used to that.
“At a meeting.”
“With who?”
It was funny how jealous and suspicious he was. Tarryn never gave me the third degree.
“Richardson.”
He made a gagging noise. “Isn’t he the one who makes you go to the strip club and always makes jokes about sleeping with Tarryn? He’s a twat.”
“What the hell is your problem, Leduc? What do you want?”
“Why are you consorting with that horrid little man?” he snapped. “I expect more from you than this.”
Judgmental asshat.
“Sometimes, being in business means working with people you find unsavory. Not everyone is independently wealthy.”
He scowled, but I wasn’t sure if it was for Richardson, or me. “He’s an idiot—full of himself, slimy, and stupid. Why would youuse him as an investor?”
