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It was fucked up.
She’d fucked me up.
And I still loved her.
I didn’t know how to make that stop, and it pissed me off even more.
Now that the reality of never seeing her again was setting in, my anger intensified. I didn’t know what was worse. That or cheating. But I refused to be the other man. To break up a home. Take a child from her father. So I’d just have to forget about her.She had Timothy Wilson after her. Why choose me? Of all the men in New York City . . . why me?
Chapter Thirty-One
Andrew
I couldn’t work anymore.My concentration was shit. All I could think about was last night. How she’d taken something beautiful and set fire to it. How even if she stayed with her husband, I’d still tainted a marriage. How if she stayed with her husband, I might end up destroying every glass in this house.
I didn’t care that it wasn’t lunchtime. I needed to get out of here and going to the office wasn’t an option.
I picked up my phone and dialed.
“What’s up, bro?” Holt answered on the third ring.
“Can you meet up for a drink?”
“Sure. You want to get together after work?”
“I was thinking now was as good a time as any.” I spun a pen in my hand.
“I’m game. See you in thirty?”
“Yeah.”
When I walkedinto the bar, “Hemorrhage” by Fuel played in the background. My brother already had a line of six shots of whiskey on the table and four glasses of the amber liquid on ice. He held up a shot to me before I sat down. We slammed them back, and I sank into the seat.
“I have good news for you. Ella isn’t Baker’s daughter.”
Relief washed over Holt’s features. “Is that what’s got you in such a state? You gonna be a dad?”
“If that was all, I wouldn’t be here.” My jaw worked, and I squeezed the empty shot glass until it broke.
“Oh, shit.” Light dawned in Holt’s eyes. “That baby isn’t very old.”
I smirked. “Ding. Ding. Ding.” I tossed back another shot along with Holt. “You guessed it. She’s fucking married.”
“Damn.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. If anyone understood the gravity of the situation, it was him.
“I don’t know her last name. She never wanted me to pick her up or take her home. Hell, she was even hesitant to go out with me.” I plowed a hand through my hair. “The signs were all there. I was too blind to see them.”
He rocked onto the back legs of his chair. “Angel face doesn’t seem like she’d be capable of lying or cheating.”
I couldn’t have agreed more, but the evidence was there. She’d admitted it. “Trust me. She is.”
Holt dropped back to all fours on his chair and handed me a shot. “I’m sorry.”
“Not as sorry as I am.” The liquid didn’t even burn as it went down to my empty stomach. “How could she do it?”
Holt’s shoulders sagged. “Don’t know. People are people. Not always what they seem.”
“She should have said something.”
