“Since when do you let a man tell you what to do?” Lucy gives me a pointed look. “Besides, you’re coming out tonight, so you’ll be breaking the rules anyway. You might as well start now.”
“Honestly, it’s not worth the fallout with Kieran. Things are already…rocky between us, and I don’t have the energy to deal with him right now.”
“Why, what happened?”
“I…might have slept with him.”
“WHAT?”
“Shh!” I grab Lucy by the arm, leading her away from the crowd of students that are still lingering outside.
This is not the sort of conversation I want to have overheard.
“Why am I only hearing about this now?” Lucy demands. “Was it good? Was he big?—”
“Why is that the first thing you want to know…” I bury my face in my hands.
“Because this isKieran Sullivanwe’re talking about, here. The guy is a walking sex machine.”
“Please don’t remind me.”
“Come on, Riley. Whatever happened, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. Unless he wasn’t big at all?” Lucy grimaces, and I roll my eyes at her, though my lips twitch. “Give me some details here, please. I’m dying!”
“The sex was…amazing, and I thought Kieran and I were finally connecting… But it turns out I had him all wrong.”
“How so?”
“I overheard him telling Ronan that the only way he can make this arrangement tolerable is if he makes it physical.”
Lucy’s expression hardens as she places her hands on her hips. “He actually said that?”
“Yeah…”
“What an asshole. He doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as you as his wife.”
I swallow past the lump in my throat as the emotions I’ve been suppressing for the past few days threaten to surface.
She claps her hands together. “Right. No more Kieran talk. You’re going to come over to my place before the party so we can pre-drink, and you can help curl my hair. No arguments.”
“Fine.” I give her a reluctant smile. “But if anyone tries to make me play beer pong, I’m leaving.”
After saying goodbye to Lucy, I silently follow Jace back to the car. I’m not in the mood to make polite conversation, so I take the backseat, hoping he’ll get the message to leave me alone.
I almost feel bad for the guy for being put on babysitting duty, but then I realize I don’t care.
My post-exam high has officially worn off, leaving me feeling completely deflated.
I lean my head back and close my eyes to have a quick power nap on the way back to the penthouse.
My phone starts buzzing in the front pocket of my bag.
I groan and fish it out.
It’s Oscar.
He’s been deathly quiet since the last time we spoke, but his sudden call has me wondering if word of my marriage to Kieran has finally reached him.
I consider letting the call go to voicemail, but knowing Oscar, he’ll only continue to harass me until I answer.
