I know, mi sol.I fucking know. While I remember everything, you forgot everything. I don’t know which one has it worse.
“It’s my favorite too.”
“We should get pizza next time.” She smiles, slipping more into the woman who desires to stay, trusting me and herself more in my presence.
The first course arrives, and by her second glass, she’s tipsy and loose-tongued.
I limit myself to one glass. I am driving and must ensure she gets back safely.
“You met Conrad, right?”
I offer a noncommittal sound, and she covers her mouth, muffling her giggles. “He’s like family, but I hit on him once.”
That’s new information, and it knots my muscles. I crack my neck to loosen the stiffness. It takes everything in me to appear calmer than I feel. I swear, if he betrayed my trust, he’s a dead man. He already did, so the asshole just sealed his fate.
“And?” I say through clenched teeth. Masking the rage demands inhuman willpower.
“Nothing. It was just a kiss,” she says with no inflection, appearing unaffected.
Just a fucking kiss?
Fisting the cutlery, my knuckles turn white from the pressure. I wouldn’t be surprised if I bent the fine silver.
I arch a brow, and she waves me off. “I had a weak moment, and he was there.”
He was fucking there because I couldn’t be.
“He stopped me from going further, which was quite a bummer.”
Seeing her dejected adds even more torment, splitting me apart. I don’t know which is worse: being jealous of the kiss or being mad at him for causing her discomfort.
“In hindsight, it was the right choice. He’s a man I trust with my life. It would have been a mistake mixing business with pleasure.”
“Good.”
“Did you have an office affair?”
“You had no office affair,” I grit out.
She bursts into laughter and wiggles her eyebrows at me. “Are you jealous?”
“Don’t know. Am I?”
She tilts her head, wearing a mischievous gleam. “I think you are. It’s quite sweet but hypocritical, as you weren’t in my life then. I don’t like complicated relationships.”
I’ve always been involved in her life, but that is not the point. “Me neither, so let’s uncomplicate them by establishing some ground rules. My only hard pass is cheating. I won’t excuse it. I won’t stand for it.”
The amused look vanishes from her eyes, and she straightens up, looking me dead in the eye. “Agreed. If you ever cheat on me, I will cut off your dick and shove it down your throat.”
The visual shouldn’t make me smile, but it does. “I don’t fucking see other women.”
“Who knows how many of us there are resembling your––”
“No one resembles you,” I say, resolve coating every letter.
That seems to appease her, and she sighs, “I have no right to feel like this, but it bothers me.” She clamps her mouth shut as if she can’t believe she said that.
“Why?”
