Coffee Cup Confessions - Trish Williford Page 0,53
person than I do right now, not even when I found out about Brandon and Tessa. One thing is for sure though: Mandy fucked up my life, and now, I’m about to fuck hers up.
Revenge is going to be so fucking sweet.
My truck is tucked away in the corner of a parking lot, and I’m watching a door with eagle eyes. Right on time, Mandy exits from the townhouse and slips into her black sports car. She’s on her way to meet tonight’s client, one I’m sure Noah has no fucking idea about. I wait until she’s pulled onto the main road and I can no longer see her car before I get out of my truck.
With a push of the doorbell, there is no turning back.
A moment later, Noah answers the door with a surprised grin. “Hey, Jake. How’s it going?”
The poor sucker has no fucking idea why I’m here. He’s smiling like we’re friends, like I’m going to come inside and watch the baseball game. He’s fucking clueless, and I almost feel bad for what I’m about to tell him.
“Do you mind if I come in? I need to talk to you about something.”
Noah’s face turns concerned, but he steps backward. “Of course. Come on in.” He shuts the door behind me and points to the couches. “Take a seat. Do you want a beer?”
“I think you might need something stronger,” I tell him honestly as I sit.
Noah disappears and then returns with two glasses and a bottle of Maker’s Mark. He pours us each two fingers and hands me the glass. “Is Misha okay?”
With a sip of the smooth bourbon, I decide it’s better to rip the Band-Aid off. “No.”
Noah’s eyes grow wide. “What happened?”
“Mandy.”
Noah sighs. “Misha and Mandy have always had a strained relationship.”
“This goes a little further than a strained relationship. Did you know that Mandy and I used to be coworkers?”
His brows pinch together.
Of course he didn’t.
“You worked at the country club too?”
A harsh chuckle escapes my lips. “No, Noah. Mandy doesn’t work for a country club.” I pull my phone out and tap on the internet page I already had pulled up and waiting. “This is where Mandy works.”
He takes the phone and looks at the screen. “Cordial Companions Inc.? What is that?”
“An escort service.”
Noah glances from the phone and narrows his eyes. “Is this a joke?”
“Scroll to the bottom of the page to see the current list of dates. I’m sure you’ll recognize someone.”
He does as I said, and when he finds Mandy’s picture, I watch him turn green. It’s then that I do feel sorry for him. He had no fucking idea what she really did for a living. He might have hurt Misha by dating her sister, but he doesn’t deserve this.
I sip on my drink and allow him a few minutes to take in the information.
“How long has she been doing this?” he finally asks, his voice uneven.
“At least six years, that I know of. That’s where she is now. She’s escorting a client to a wedding in Alexandria tonight.”
Noah hands me the phone and shoots his entire drink, and then he pours another. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Honestly? While sitting in the parking lot, waiting for Mandy to leave, it’s because I wanted to absolutely make her life hell. Take away from her what she’s taken from me—happiness.”
“Why? What did she do?”
“Mandy hired me to take Misha out back in February. Mandy told me Misha had an ex-boyfriend she was having a hard time getting over, and I was being hired to boost her confidence to get her back in the dating world. After the second date, I returned the money to Mandy because I was interested in Misha and wanted to pursue something more with her. Mandy and I agreed we’d act like this had never happened. Shortly after, Mandy and you came out as a couple, proving that Mandy never had Misha’s best interest in mind.
“I quit working as an escort before Misha and I became official, before we were intimate. I fell so fucking hard for that girl.
“At the anniversary party, Mandy told Misha that she hired me and everything that happened between us was false, that she’d paid me to pretend to be in love with her. Misha hasn’t talked to me since.”
Noah downs his drink again and puts his glass back on the table. “This is all so fucked up.”
“I would apologize for bringing you into this mess, but I’m not sorry.