“I need Jenna Davis. She wins every case. That’s what you said.”
“Yeah, but there are other lawyers. Let me see what I can do. It’s not like she’s the only one who can win this for you.”
Fine, maybe I’m just bruised that she turned me down. I’m not used to it—sounds cocky, but people don’t usually say no to me. I’m six foot five and broad as a door. I’m known for my glare, and I’d be lying if I said it’s not handy when people show you respect.
“I want Jenna Davis.”
Ethan sighs. “Stubborn as always. All right, I’ll try and call her boss again.”
“Thanks,” I say and hang up.
I inch forward another car length on the packed street when I see the tiny redhead shuffle out of the skyscraper. Check out that sway. Like the world belongs to her.
I’m not used to hearing no.
Especially not from someone this small.
I watch her climb into an Uber, her hair so red it looks like a flame.
I have to say, I never expected this from Blueface. She was always cute, but she used to tear up the second you even said hello. Somewhere in college, she must’ve found her confidence. It suits her, sure—but just because she’s pretty now doesn’t mean she gets to treat me like I’m nothing.
An idea hits me.
Could be illegal. Could be sketchy. But I wouldn’t be Colton King if I cared.
I turn into a side street, do a U-turn, and follow Jenna fucking Davis’s Uber.
It’sweird sitting here in a side street in front of her crappy apartment building.
I always thought lawyers make decent money—just not enough to buy into a ritzy neighborhood apparently. If I were her boyfriend I wouldn’t let her stride around here in those heels at night.
No idea why I’m thinking this, but whatever.
I saw her get out and head for her place. It’s been thirty minutes since then, and I have no clue what to do. Ring the bell and beg again? That’s beneath me. Wait all night? Also dumb. So, why the fuck did I even follow her?
I check my watch: almost 7 p.m.
Livy’s probably home. She should be fed and bathed by now. But with her mother you never know. I just hope my ex can handle tonight. I didn’t mean to get so loud yesterday, but she always starts screaming and throwing things. It’s not easy, and I just want Livy safe. She’s everything to me, but I’m not allowed to keep her. Fathers’ rights laws suck. There are a thousand shitty dads, sure—but my daughter has a shitty mother, and I’d do anything to protect my baby. The law doesn’t make it easy for me though. My ex only got pregnant for money. I never meant a thing to her. But Livy means the world to me. I’d give up my career, my money—everything.
I stare at the building’s door.
Classic New York walk-up, old windows like something out of Carrie Bradshaw’s world. Why do I knowSex and the City? Because I binged every American show to learn English. IwatchedGossip Girl,Grey’s Anatomy—everything. No matter what my teammates say, those shows don’t make me less of a man. Why would it?
But right now, I feel like crap.
So, I start the car again and decide to call it a night.
Maybe head home.
Or maybe just drive by my ex’s place to check on Livy from outside again.
Maybe—
Then I see Jenna coming back out.
No idea why, but I leap from the car and watch her lug a heavy trash bag toward a dumpster around the corner. I want to help her—but then I freeze. What the hell am I doing?
I stand behind a white van, watching her try to heave the bag into the bin. That’s when I notice it: her perfect office makeup is smeared now. She’s been crying?
