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The question here is—is she getting drunk because when she’s drunk she likes her ass touched, licked, and fucked? Or is she getting drunk because she hates me, hates Chad, hates her life, and thinks these forced dinners serve no purpose?
For guys like Chad and Tyler, they like these dinners as it serves them with the imagery of growing success. Together they’ll rise up the ranks and dominate the business world.
“I was thinking of a beach house,” Tyler says. “For fun. Use it. Rent it out.”
“Smart investment,” Chad says. “Now would you go right into the heart of one of those beach towns? Or maybe choose a quieter one?”
“I’m looking for a town on the rise,” Tyler says. “I was actually going to pick your brain about it, Chad.”
“By all means, pick away,” Chad says. “You know, I’ve thought about property myself…”
I mentally roll my eyes.
Chad has never thought about property.
What the fuck is he talking about? Am I supposed to just sit here like a good girl fiancée and pretend this is okay? What the fuck…
I walk the bottle of the wine back to the kitchen and pray that Ana doesn’t follow me.
I can feel her following me.
“Men are just big boys, aren’t they?” Ana asks. “Bigger wallets and bigger toys.”
I look back. “Tell me about it.”
I place the wine bottle on the counter and I glance at my phone.
The screen lights up.
A text from…DENTIST…
My heart instantly starts to race.
I bite my bottom lip.
“I’m not even sure if he’s looked at beach houses yet,” Ana says. “I think he wants Chad’s thoughts before…”
Her voice fades.
I read the text from Corbin.
I’m parked out front of your house. You have thirty seconds to come out here. Or else I’m coming in.
I turn to face Ana and slip my phone into my back pocket.
Chad and Tyler are laughing.
“Excuse me,” I say to Ana. “I’ll be right back.”
I’m escaping the cliché upper-middle-class-let’s-talk-about-money dinner to go outside and see my criminal ex.
He’s parkedacross the street and a few houses down.
But he’s really here.
In a pickup truck, window down, his left arm resting where the window would be if it were up. I see the rippling muscle of his forearm. As soon as I think about his strength, I’m soaked. It’s not even fair anymore. I don’t even get wet. Or turned on. I just get soaked. Like I had a water balloon in my panties and the second I see Corbin, it pops.
Fuck.