“Sorry, Hailey, but doesn’t it bother you?” a colleague of theirs asks me. “I noticed that even in the office, she behaves with him as if she were his wife, but I didn’t think she would have the courage to act the same way here, too.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll take care of Claire and put her back in her place. She won’t forget this evening,” I say, toasting with the boys.
“I have an idea,” Andrew says, looking at Danny and smiling.
“It won’t be any good knowing you,” I say, smiling, “but I like it already.”
“We can’t miss this!” says Sebastian, one of Jeremy’s colleagues. “We haven’t heard anything, but if you want a hand, we’ll be thrilled to take revenge on the bitch.”
They high-five Drew.
Apparently, some of Jeremy’s colleagues are much friendlier and nicer than I could have imagined.
I motion for Danny to come over. He looks at me suspiciously.
“Nothing you’ll see shortly is real, and you know it. Mind, soul, and heart are yours.”
“I know, baby.”
I nod and enter the house. Zoë is always with me.
I return with two bottles of wine and walk over to Jeremy.
Claire moves, even if only a little.
I sit on Jeremy’s lap and kiss him on the neck—a kiss that makes him growl. I whisper something in his ear, and his reaction is just what I wanted. He’s horny. “I love you, honey,” he tells me.
Claire doesn’t take these words well. She seems nervous.
And that means I scored a point.
During the rest of the night, I remain attached to Jeremy, and we have a fun evening. Danny is sitting next to me at the table. Every now and then, I touch him with my leg or take his hand.
When dessert arrives, Drew offers to help me serve it.
“Leave hers for last. The last cups of tiramisu will be ours and hers. We’ll take them there. Enjoy the show!”
Danny arrives with a syringe full of liquid.
“What are you guys doing?” I ask, worried.
“The less you know, the better,” Danny says. He looks around and, not seeing anyone, kisses me. “I missed you.”
I smile.
I take the first six cups of tiramisu to the veranda and serve the guests, Jeremy and me. In the meantime, they also arrive with cups. Danny gives one to Claire and then distributes the others.
Tiramisu is heavenly, and everyone likes it, even her. Danny walks away and enters the house. A little later, Drew asks me where he can go to wash his hands. I point him to the bathroom downstairs.
“The bathrooms will both be occupied,” he says with a devilish smile.
I shrug and go back to the porch, where I see that Claire isn’t feeling well.
Sebastian, Mark, Eddie, and Henry laugh, and now I understand what those two have been up to. I don’t mind, but I wouldn’t want to be in their place.
Claire says something to Jeremy and runs off.
“Love, what’s wrong with her?” I ask, feigning worry.
