Viktor waves a hand dismissively. “You spend half your time hunched over that desk. You should be comfortable.”
I cross my arms. “How do you know that?”
Viktor glances up with a smirk. “Your husband, who else?”
Eli hands Merci the credit card, and they check out, then open a new tab. Not sure what they're buying now, but it's not for me.
At least I don't think so.
Then the page loads.
Oh. Shit.
An adult toy store.
Fucking fuck.
“Guys—” I try to grab the laptop, but all three pull it away.
“Nope!” They say in unison.
This is a losing battle, so I give up and flop onto Connor's bed, praying I don’t end up with a pair of assless chaps . . . or worse. Mouse immediately climbs into my lap, batting at my hand until I pet her. I rub her belly while the three of them argue about whether Eli needs a stand mixer or an espresso machine.
They’re completely insane. And my friends.
Even if they're currently destroying Connor's bank account.
Chapter 28
Connor
International Business Theory can fuck right off. I’m three chapters behind because of the concussion, and Professor Curto’s making us analyze supply chain disruptions in emerging markets. Like I give a shit about textile manufacturing.
What I need to be doing is figuring out how to destroy my parents’ ability to ever fuck with my husband again. But right now, I can barely focus on this fucking assignment.
I close my eyes, rubbing my temples, and slouching further into the oversized leather chair. Between the large arched windows letting in too much light and the damn chandelier, everything’s still too bright. Looking at the computer screen for the last two hours doesn’t help much either.
But Ryan needs time alone with his friends. And Merci isn’t my biggest fan right now. His fault. He should havejust told me what he knew rather than giving me his usual attitude. Still, I shouldn’t have grabbed him.
Zach’s still pissed. He’s not threatening to kill me anymore, just curses me out, and no longer helps me with my contracts class.
Fuck him.
He needs to get over it, especially when he would’ve done the same thing if it were Merci missing.
My phone buzzes against the table.
American Express: Transaction Alert - $847.23 at Sephora.
What the fuck?
Another alert pops up.
Hermès: Transaction Alert- $2,847.19 at Hermès.
Fuck.
Did someone—
