“I hate her too.” Emma announces like I give a fuck.
“So?” I look over to find her leaning against the jamb wearing a too-tight-for-work skirt and a shirt that gives her some cleavage.
Not bad. I do have an erection bugging the hell out of me.
She shrugs. “I was just walking by and saw you throwing darts at the picture. Just offering solidarity in my hate for the man stealer.”
I spin my chair to the side to give her my full attention. “The cop?”
Emma shakes her head, but the thirsty bitch’s eyes are on my hard dick. She’s a plain woman in need of some dick. I’ll give her some for the information.
“I saw her sucking Beau’s dick after he fucked her from behind a few months ago after the big storm.” She briefly tears her eyes away from my erection.
A few deep breaths keep me from losing my shit. Bitch-ass Beau Scott had his dick down my property’s throat? I’ll kill them both and the cop for fun. The whore is probably toying with both of them. At least I know exactly where to look.
“That’s my wife,” I clarify.
She stands up straighter and her cheeks blush. “I take it the divorce isn’t going well?” She prompts with her underused mouth.
“The divorce is already final. Bitch tricked me into signing.”
The idiot perks up, like we have a chance. The only thing she can do for me is get my dick wet. I pull out a condom and put it on my desk. Her eyes watch my finger slide it in her direction.
“Don’t just stare at it. Close the door and come ride it or get the fuck out of my office.”
Emma’s cheeks pinken, and she clutches her chest like she’s some virgin. I rub my dick through my pants.
“I don’t have all day—either get on or get out. You looked under-fucked, anyway.”
She looks around then closes and locks the door. I love idiots with low self-esteem.
* * *
Beau
I’m just returning to work after a week of being locked up in the house with Celeste. Even after the time we’ve spent talking and making love, I still miss her from here. We’ve decided to turn the guest room nearest our bedroom into a nursery; although, I’m not sure when the baby would be in there with her plans to breastfeed. Either way, we decided on a water theme, possibly a beach theme. She still wants it to be gender-neutral in the off chance—which she only feels is less than one percent possible—that science somehow got it wrong.
“It’s better to be safe,” she’d said.
I feel my nerves building as I wait for my most important meeting of the day. Caroline Scott strolls into the office like she owns the place as regal as ever. She’d met my dad—Franklin—in college when he’d gotten drunk and sungSweet Carolineto her. Her family is not as rich as the Scott family but rich enough for them to get married without societal issues. I’ve never been so happy that they’ve never raised us to believe in that bullshit until now. Not having the ability to be with Celeste would be unacceptable.
Inwardly, I frown because the thought never crossed my mind with Sara. I don’t know why, and I don’t have time to analyze it, now that I’m pulling my mom into a hug and inhaling her familiar scent.
“Beauford, darling, I know we get along well, but I’m quite surprised that you wanted to pencil me into your day.” She holds my hands as the green eyes I inherited study me from head to toe. “I see the grumpy guy is gone. Am I missing something?”
“You know I love you, Mom. You’ve never missed a beat,” I joke as I guide her to the couches in my office. “I know how you love to be involved with my projects, so it’s time to hire you again for another design project.”
My mom’s interior designer’s eyes pop with excitement as she looks around my office. She hates the design and has tried to talk me into redecorating for years.
“Not here,” I warn her. She deflates a little but still watches me with interest. “If I know you like I think I do, this will be one of your favorite designs yet.”
She pours herself some water and leans in. “I’m listening.”
“I need you to redesign the room across from the master in the penthouse.”
Caroline frowns at me since she’s the original designer. “I have quality stuff in there. It’s a wonderful design.”
“I know, and I love it,” I grab her hands. “But it won’t work for the new occupant.”
