Mason: Ordered. But it won’t get here in time for the weekend.
He had only a few thousand left for the weekend now. But he wouldn’t need more after the weekend, surely. They’d be over. He’d spend the weekend gently convincing her that they were wrong for each other. The debt would be there, but it would no longer grow because he’d be rid of the most expensive woman in the world.
April: Thanks baby. Shane is such a tightass. Says I have too much luggage as it is. You know how to spoil a girl x
Mason sighed. It was now 9:10 and he was officially late. He made his way up and ran into Lilah in the lunchroom. She glanced at him over her coffee.
“Hello Satan. What time do you call this to be arriving?” she said sweetly.
“Cruella, careful you don’t knock over the water cooler. Wouldn’t want you to melt into a green puddle,” he retorted.
“That’s the fucking Wicked Witch, dipshit. You’re mixing up two villains.” She rolled her eyes.
“Oh, and rumor has it that the cleaners found a pube on your desk,” she said, screwing up her face. “You’re disgusting. You been jerking off at work during your ‘overtime?’” She made air quotes with her hands.
“No, of course not. You’re so inappropriate,” he sneered.
“That may be, but I’ve never had a pube make its way from my clothed body onto my desk,” she snapped, leaving him feeling dizzy and exhausted.
Oh God, he couldn’t be undone by a single pube. Whose pube was it? His or April’s?Fuck, why does it matter?This was not a mystery he needed to solve. But it wasn’t just the pube. Lilah had been staring right through him and April at the conference. There had been an incident during one of the workshops when he’d left his phone with Kate so she could access a slideshow and when he came back, Lilah had been holding it. Maybe the nosy bitch knows something and is taunting him. But he always deleted his texts with April straight away. What had happened to his happy life?
Chapter 19: Shane—Smurfs and playlists
“Did you even hear what I just said?” April asked.
“No, wasn’t listening and don’t care,” Shane said, focusing on his laptop on the dining table.
“My cousin Tina is having a rough time so I’m going away with her this weekend. She’s so grateful to me she’s buying me a Louis Vuitton case.”
“Okay.”
April snapped his laptop shut.
“This is why we don’t work. You don’t even listen to me,” she whined.
“What am I supposed to listen to? Excuses for another one of your trips? Your late nights? I don’t give a shit what you do. Don’t involve me in your drama,” he snapped.
April dabbed at her dry eyes. “Well, maybe I just need some time out from this relationship. You don’t love me,” she said with a fake sob. She stomped off to the guest room she’d made her own about six months ago. Shane knew she hadn’t brought Mason to their home. He had cameras everywhere on the exterior and she wouldn’t risk it.
April was now laying the groundwork to leave him. Good. He pulled out his phone.
Shane: April told me she’s going away with “Tina” this weekend. You?
Tinkerbell: Yep, “work thing” apparently.
Shane: Give me until tomorrow morning and I’ll know exactly where they’re going.
Shane had looped in a PI, one of the guys he used frequently for work. The PI, combined with all the security guys he had at major hotel chains across the country, would surely find their booking.
Tinkerbell: Let me know if I should pack for warm or cold weather *laughing emoji*
Pack light Tinkerbell, only enough clothing to arrive and leave. You can be in your underwear, or nothing at all, for the rest of the time,he wanted to respond. He was so distracted lately thinking of how Anna would feel and taste. He bet she’d be soft. She’d kiss lightly but then shift into aggressive passion. Or he’d lead her there. He tried to picture her naked. He pictured her under him, over him, next to him, in the shower with him.
Shane: I’ll be packing my divorce papers. I pick them up this afternoon.
Tinkerbell: I don’t know whether to say sorry or congratulate you. We’ll do both on the weekend!
They’d both agreed that this weekend would be their Waterloo, the ultimate confrontation. He had his proof, and Anna had had her fun. Now it was time for closure. Though in a text in which she’d called herself Tom Petty, she said she wanted a little more fun on the weekend before the boom dropped.
