“I mean, you haven’t seen your supposed girl in how long, and you didn’t think to have shower sex with her?”
“You know what, Rex? I’m not a pig, and I’m not going to discuss with you the intimate details of my relationship with Mia.” I don’t bother to tell him that if she really were my girl, I’d be in the shower right then, letting her feel the full length of me.
“You know if it were me, she’d want to hit it.”
“I’m going to go, Rex.”
“Well, I also wanted you to know that it was really uncool of you to just walk out on the family business the way that you did.”
“Excuse me?”
“Dad was counting on you to take over some of the accounts when I became CEO, and you kind of bailed.”
“The plan had always been for us to be joint CEOs,” I say. “And Dad made you CEO. I did what I had to do.”
“You’re still fucking upset about that? I’m the oldest son.”
“I know you’re the golden boy, Rex. You’re the Haverbrook who will inherit it all.”
“You’ve always been jealous of me, haven’t you?”
He hangs up, and I just stand there, staring at the phone, wondering if he’s right.
Have I always been jealous of Rex?
I must have spaced out for a little bit because the next thing I know, Mia’s walking out of the bathroom in a long, flowy cream skirt and amidriff green top. Her hair hangs straight down her back, and she’s got a glittery headband on. Her brown eyes are warm as she gazes at me. As she comes closer to me, I notice her expression change.
“What’s wrong? Who was on the phone?”
“Rex.”
“What did he want?”
“He doesn’t seem to believe that we are really together, and he just made some comments about the family business.”
“He sucks.” Mia presses her lips together.
“He does.”
“You know you should have become the CEO yourself. You shouldn’t even have been joint CEO. You’ve always been the one with the business prowess.”
“Yeah, well, I surmise when you’re not quarterback of the football team, you’re just not a good enough Haverbrook.”
“I’m sorry,” she says. “Your parents—well, your dad …” She wrinkles her nose. “He just seems to value the wrong things.”
“It’s okay. I am over it. I’m an adult now.”
“Yeah, but childhood hurts, and slights can still hurt.”
“Yeah, they can. You look pretty this morning. I like your skirt.”
“Thank you. I got it at a thrift store.” She spins around, and it flows back and forth across her ankles. “You like my top too?”
“It’s revealing.” I frown slightly. It’s sexy, but maybe too sexy for a morning breakfast.
“It’s not like it’s showing my boobs, Luke. It’s just a little midriff.”
“I can see your belly button.”
