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I don’t come out of my room until the next day, and I only come out when I know he’s left. I watch as his car drives away, and when I walk into the kitchen, my breakfast is made and sitting on the counter with a note.
You can’t avoid me forever.
Are you kidding! I sure as shit can try.
It only lasts one day before he comes into my room uninvited. I’m getting ready for work, and he stands there like he always does. Half in and half out, eyeing me with those eyes. Pulling my skirt up, I slide the zipper up and turn to face him. I only have a bra on––a red lacy one––that any sane man would be drooling over. Every man except Whiskey. And I’m a little disappointed.
“What do you need, Whiskey?”
“You.”
My face whitens at his words, and I have to turn around so he can’t see the reaction he makes me have. “And pray tell… why do you need me, Whiskey?”
“Because my ex is here. With your parents. So, get dressed and make her believe you love me.” His words stun me, so I quickly pull on my silk shirt, tucking it into my skirt, before I slide on my heels and walk over to him.
“You owe me new clothes.”
Whiskey leans in close. “You owe me a whole new wardrobe. I had to send for things from my apartment,” he replies, clearly not happy.
And just that fact alone makes me smile.
“Let’s play happy,” I say, clapping my hands. Standing in front of him, I lean in close, so our lips almost touch. “Games are my favorite thing.” I wink at him as we walk out.
Whiskey stays behind me, and I can feel his eyes on my ass as we walk into his living room. His hand comes to the small of my back, and when it does, I see Serena standing at the door with her purse clutched in her hands as my father sits on one of the sofas.
Standing, my father looks to me then to Serena. “I wasn’t aware you had company,” he says as his eyes come back to me. “And Corton’s ex-wife as well,” he states, looking to Whiskey.
I reach for Whiskey’s hand, pulling it from my back and lacing my fingers with his. “Neither was I.”
Serena looks at our hands, her eyes narrowing. “You want her?” she spits from across the room, but her eyes never leave ours.
“It’s best you leave, Serena.” Whiskey’s voice is firm.
She folds her arms over her chest. “I don’t think I will.” Her hip pops out to the side in defiance.
My father looks back to us, our hands glued together. “I have security out front,” he says, offering them to us.
Looking to Serena, her eyes go wide.
Whiskey steps toward her, dropping my hand.
I pull him back, so he stands next to me. “Yes, please, escort her out of my home.”
“Your home?” She scoffs. “I was fucking him in this house only a year ago?” she screams. “Does she have her own room, too, Corton? Or is she the lucky one?”
My father’s bodyguard walks in and makes his way to where Serena is standing. Her hands fly up in the air. “I can escort myself out. I just came to tell you that our dog died.”
Well, damn. You can hear the sound of a pin drop. What the fuck, I didn’t even know they had a dog.
Serena walks past us, and no one moves. His hand squeezes mine hard, almost to the point of breaking, and I have to pull my hand free from his grasp.
“I’ll be back,” he says, following where she’s just left, and I watch him go knowing he’s going to speak to her.
“You should go and stop that before he leaves you for her. Don’t want to have to send a cancelation out,” my father says, sitting back down. And with a wave of his hand, he instructs me to go after my fiancé.
I do. I was going to anyway.
“To think you could move on so easily,” she says at the front door.
