But could she?
I’m done being a confident jerk and assuming I can have her.She should reject me.I don’t deserve her.
“Yeah?”I ask, ready to get off the call so I can overthink everything in private.
“Her friend, Lexi, is over from London, and as it turns out, she’s been working with the same software for four years.I set her up in front of my computer and she nailed it.”
Fuck.
That means Emily has no chance of getting the job.However, if her friend is staying in New York, then she might not leave.
I’ll buy a company and employ her discretely.
Or deposit cash into her account anonymously.
Jesus.
Is this how Sandy got under Jack’s skin?Fuck, I don’t know what to trust anymore.Not even myself.I’m just not made for relationships.
Mason keeps talking, distracting me with his next words.
“I hired Lexi, and she starts Monday, but fuck Sebastian, if she arrives dressed the way she was today,Jesus.”He wipes a hand over his face.“I won’t be responsible for my actions.She’s a walking fucking orgasm.”
I stifle a groan.
“Take it from me, keep your dick inside your Tom Fords.Or at the very least, don’t get engaged.”
He looks horrified for a moment, then throws his head back.
“Trust me, Lexi is the girl you fuck, not marry.”Then he runs his hand through his hair, and it sticks up on end.I zip my lips despite his earlier smart-mouthed comment to me.“But you are right.I won’t be doing either.”
He's smarter than me then.
I’m happy Mason has the help he needs, but I need to find Emily a job.Buying a company takes time.There’s no way I’m sending her to Colt and the Obsidian Club.No fucking way.I consider Obsidian Capital Partners, Drew’s company.As a finance tycoon, he’s bound to need some admin help.
“Sorry I couldn’t help,” Mason says, then his eyes narrow.“Hey, did you know it’s Emily’s birthday tomorrow?”
My eyes widen.
“No.”
My chest tightens at not being with her for her big day.The need to have her back in my life growing by the minute.
Fuck the money, fuck the business...fuck...
“The girls invited us to have a drink with them tomorrow night at a nearby bar.You okay with that?”
No.
I’m not fucking okay with that.
If she’s happy enough to invite my goddamn friends, why isn’t she messaging me and extending the invite?
What the fucking hell, Emily.
We should be together.She was my goddamn fiancée.She wore my ring...
Shit.
