Page 8 of The Liar


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“You.” His stare bores into mine with no quibble. “Until I no longer require you, or that video will be the next big thing. It would be a shame for your career to be lost to scandal.”

“Why are you…”

“Insurance.”

“For what?”

“For one, I wouldn’t want you jeopardizing my company, and we don’t want you running back to Daddy either.”

I desperately blink back the burning tears stabbing at my eyes.

“Go home, Ava. Think long and hard about your future and make the right decision. For you and for Monroe, I’d hate to destroy what’s left of it, but I will.”

Putting his drink in my hand, he leaves me staring at the screen as he disappears out of his office.

This can’t be happening. It can’t be.

But as the video restarts, there’s no doubt that it is.

Chapter 3

Ava

Lacie and I sit in the corner of a little café opposite Central Park. The small space is decorated in a New England style with a menu that brings summer to life in the city all year round. It’s one of our favorite spots. Many a shit day at work and bad breakup has been commiserated here. And since I called her the afternoon Damon blindsided me with…everything, we’ve come here almost every other day for the last two weeks.

Although she’s claiming to be cool about my decision to stay on, it’s obvious she’s biting her tongue. Not very Lacie-like, but I appreciate it. The last thing I need is my best friend’s judgment when I’ve resigned myself to the situation.

“And the asshole still hasn’t spoken to you?” Lacie asks with her forkful of salad suspended by her mouth.

“Nope. Nada.”

I push my plate away because every time I think of Damon-fucking-Coldwell, my appetite disappears. And it’s happening a lot lately. I can’t stop thinking about him for all the wrong reasons. It’s bordering on obsession.

I want to tear his hair out strand by strand, while at the same time, I ache over his godlike fucking. He’s as repugnant as he is irresistible. And I’m that stupid mouse that sees the death trap and still goes for the cheese.

Fucking idiot.

“At least the prick knows to keep his distance.” Sighing, she reaches for my hand. “Silver lining?”

My eyes line with tears through my smile. “The whole world hasn’t seen me fuck my boss in public?”

“I got a better one.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.” Her grin is rueful. “You’re going to kick major ass, and when all is said and done, your dad will beg you to come back and you’ll destroy that lying sleaze.”

“Until then, I better get back to the office.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to go back to work. I want wine and Netflix,” she whines, following me out of the café.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, playoffs are around the corner, and every fucker wants something.”

“Isn’t that good?”

“For business? Yes. For me? No. Good news is that after this season, I’ll be the highest-grossing agent. The men-children will all have to give me the credit I deserve.”

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