the sack and he gives me multiple orgasms, so I guess I like him enough.” There was that shocked look again. God, I should’ve taken my fibs down a notch to make sure I didn’t give poor Emily Marcus a heart attack.
Liam raises his hand as if asking permission to speak. I smile at him because he’s kinda sorta funny. He takes my smile as clearance to talk.
“Emily never questioned you? Or wanted to see any evidence about the fibbing?”
It may be hard to believe, but Em never once called me out on any of my fabricated stories. I think that’s the reason we’re still friends. I answer Liam’s valid question, “Emily only called me out on a lie once, which was followed by us not being on speaking terms for almost two years. It nearly cost us our whole friendship. We only started talking again when Louis couldn’t find her and I spent two days this past July visiting every hospital in New York looking for my best friend because she was missing.”
I look over at him and notice his eyes are trained out the big window, no doubt thinking of his involvement in Emily’s disappearance and what it must’ve felt like for all of us going crazy not knowing where she was, only to have Louis suffer a heart attack and nearly die.
“I should’ve brought her back home sooner,” he says, still looking away with remorse written all over his features. “I didn’t know what was happening on the home front for her. I just knew that Louis Bruel, the person I attribute my sister’s death to, was discovered cheating on his wife, the wife that he chose over my sister, and that same wife was delivered to me by fate to do with as I please.”
Hearing him talk about Em makes me feel silly for liking him as much as I think I do. He’s clearly never going to be over her. Emily is not the type of woman that men forget and move on from. Louis Bruel would start a war for Emily, and this stranger at my side almost gave him reason to. My little epiphany reminds me once again that there is always someone else who gets to have what I want first, someone who stakes a claim before I even get a chance.
“And you had your way with her, enjoying every second. You fell madly in love with her and now here you are in bed with her psychotic best friend, listening to some stupid story no one has ever heard before, wasting your precious time…when all you really want is another chance with Emily.” I close my eyes because I don’t need to look at him to see how my words affect him. I can’t blame him or his heart for wanting what it wants. After all, who but me knows that feeling best?
“The time has come for me to show you who I want another chance with,” he says.
“Doctor! Doctor!” by Thompson Twins
For the past forty-five days I haven’t thought of anything or anybody but Emily, and I refuse to say her surname. The way she looked when she cried, the way her eyes brightened when she smiled, the taste of her body and scent of her skin, the sounds she made, whimpering as I made her come…and every memory is tainted with her whispering and eventually yelling out his bloody name. What was I thinking? She wasn’t with me that night; she was with her husband. I should’ve stopped, that’s what a gentleman would’ve done. But I wanted revenge. The joke was on me.
I had no business touching her in the state she was in or wanting her as much as I thought I did. But now, being able to hold this beautiful girl in my arms makes me question every emotion I felt certain of while with Emily. I didn’t feel half of what I feel right now being with Sara. The day she appeared in my hotel, I had some warped adrenaline running through my veins I can only justify as a high a robber gets from stealing and capturing something that never belonged to him.
This beautiful, broken ballerina at my side makes me question my whole meaningless existence. Is this my destiny? Did Isa, Emily, and even Louis bring me to Sara? Did I need to go through hell to find her? She tells me her love story with Jeffery Rossi, the love of her life, and