How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,18

a cock.”

I tossed my bag to the counter and opened the fridge for a bottle of water.

“That’s one way to put it.”

“Ah, come on, Jackson. I taught you that a long time ago. The broken ones are the best. They suck, fuck, and know better than to ask for a second date.”

I walked toward my bedroom, but not before eyeing the large window of my apartment that looked out to the city. It was my favorite view of the city. A mix of apartments and the big city buildings off in the distance. Where calm met hustle.

Also… women loved the window.

They loved to be pushed up against it and touched while flirting with the idea that someone could be watching. The really fun ones loved to be fucked up against it. There was nothing like watching my cleaning lady spray some window cleaner on a nice set of ass cheeks or tit marks on the glass.

“I wanted this so fucking bad, Jackson,” Vince said.

“You got it. Why keep talking about it?”

“I’m hungry. I’m horny for more.”

I stepped into my bedroom. “I can’t help you there, Vince.”

“Yes, you can. We need something else. We need to ride this feeling out.”

“You know, you have a gambling problem, right?”

“I took care of that five years ago,” he said.

I laughed. “You spent a weekend in a rehab center, tried to fuck your therapist, was asked to leave, and swore off all gambling after that.”

“Exactly.”

“But you spend your life gambling in other ways.”

“Hey, I didn’t call to talk to you as though we’re family,” Vince said.

“You called me your nephew,” I said.

“True. Forget I said that. I wanted to say good job today. You and Callie make a team and a half.”

“I don’t need her.”

Vince laughed. “You don’t like being near a woman you can’t sleep with.”

“Excuse me?”

“She’d never fall for your bullshit, Jackson.”

“Oh, fuck that. She would. I’d have her screaming my name in a minute. Don’t tempt me.”

“Want to make a bet?” Vince asked.

“No,” I said. “You know what? This conversion cannot happen.”

“Oh, you’re the ethics guy now?”

“I’m just making sure you don’t get slapped with a lawsuit,” I said. “Callie is a ruthless bitch.”

“That she is. And you’re a cocky prick. Together, you’re fire.”

“Trust me, Vince, we don’t need her,” I said. “I know you hired her and you’re having a hard time seeing that, but when this shakes out and she’s gone, we’re going to be busier than ever. She almost cost us the meeting today.”

“How so?” Vince asked.

I tossed my gym shorts, a shirt, and my workout shoes on the bed.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’m hitting the gym.”

“When you get the kind of money I have, you don’t need the gym to get laid.”

“Well, when I take over the company, I’ll decide on that,” I said.

Vince laughed. “I love the spirit. Good job today. We’re going to celebrate soon.”

Vince hung up without a goodbye.

I got changed, grabbed my water, and left my apartment.

I looked down the hallway and froze when I saw who was standing there.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

The words exited her mouth.

Callie was here.

My eyes looked left and I saw Misha holding a tote.

“Hey, Jackson,” she said.

I stepped forward. “What are you doing here?”

“Moving this stuff,” she said.

“You don’t live here. You don’t get paid enough to afford this.”

“Oh, wow, thanks for that,” Misha said.

“It’s the truth,” I said. “And if you’re helping…” My eyes moved back to Callie.

Oh. Fuck.

“Ut-oh,” Misha whispered.

She slowly backed up into the apartment and kicked the door shut.

I stood there with my bottle of water in my hand. My phone in my other hand. In a sleeveless shirt, shorts, and shoes.

I felt my chest moving with my heavy breaths.

“No,” Callie said.

“No, is right,” I said. “If this is even remotely true, break the lease, and leave.”

“Who do you think you are, Jackson?” Callie asked.

Her hips tick-tocked at me as she approached.

I put my foot out and pushed at a box. “Not happening. You are not moving in next door.”

“Says who?”

“Me.”

“Do you own the building?”

“No,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Then it looks like I am moving in here,” Callie said. “I’m very excited about it too, Jackson.”

“Yeah? That’s how you feel?”

“So fucking excited,” she said with a tone that made me want to punch the wall and then throw her against it and kiss her.

Kiss Callie? Get the hell out of here.

My thoughts were suddenly getting the best of me.

“I’m surprised you can afford the place,” I said. “You must have