I roll my eyes. "Fuck you, dickwad."
He sighs and taps his hand on the armrest. "I just came for an update."
"Next time, fucking call."
"You don't have a PA."
I just stare him down.
"Well, you don't," he mutters.
"Just fucking call, dude, okay?" But I sigh and fill him in on the affair and possible affair.
"This Emilio must have been something, huh?"
I ignore his jibe. "According to your theory, my father is now the prime suspect."
"You think so?"
"No. Maybe. No. I'm just pointing out your arrogance." I cross my arms. "Still sure of that bet?"
Silas shrugs. "I mean, have you met your dad?"
I grimace. "Good point."
But the thing is, I'm not sure I can see my father killing someone.
Well, sure, I can. He has. He does. But Emilio took his own life. This is about trying to kill or harm Lola.
Dad might hate her because of her father, but he doesn't tend to kill the innocent.
I sigh.
"Send me what you have, and I will take it from there." Silas gets up. "I'm going to see if that Lola really is as hot as she looked... Maybe I will ask her out..."
He heads out the door.
"Asshole."
Later, after Lola has gone home, Alex sends her a message.
I want to send it from me, but something stops me.
The kink games she is exploring are things I want to delve into deeply, too.
And Alex is someone she trusts.
I want to continue being Alex.
Me
What naughty thing did you do today, Lola?
She doesn't answer immediately, and I know she is home. She is watching something on TV, the remote in her hand, and she is frowning at the phone.
Lola bites her lip but doesn't respond.
She liked that kiss. I mean, I know that. But this is another level of confirmation.
