He knows what Jake stole from me.
And he willingly did it too.
I snap photos of the first two pages of the script, and then I call Daphne. “Are you still here?”
“Oh my god, Bea, what’s wrong?”
“Are you still here?”
“Just left the driveway. I’m pulling over.”
“I’m coming. Wait for me.”
I don’t say goodbye to Simon.
I just leave.
Because betrayal?
Again?
Fuck that.
35
WHEN A MAN DOES SOMETHING STUPID…
Simon
It takes foreverfor the last of my guests to leave, and the moment the door is closed behind the last one, I dash toward my office.
My girlfriend is waiting for me.
I get to show her my bedroom.
Have her to myself the entirety of tonight.
No interruptions.
Just me and Bea and hours and hours and hours of enjoying her body and her laugh and her sighs and her moans and her smiles.
The boys are set, off to a sleepover with Tank trailing them to sit outside the house all evening.
Extra precaution.
Hopefully unnecessary.
And Lana left almost immediately after the boys as well.
There is no one who needs me for anything, except for Bea.
“Boss—” Butch says, but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.
“Everyone’s gone. Bea’s staying. All is well.”
“Boss—” he says again, but I rush into my office, smiling in eager anticipation, only to find it empty.
I spin in a slow circle. “Bea?”
