and Ethan has a right to know. “I need to put my big girl panties on regardless of what the outcome might be for me.”
Mia nods her head in approval but an uneasiness settles in my belly. I’m not ready. I know deep down that I’m afraid that he’ll reject me. Wouldn’t that be par for the course? I might be spouting all of this bravado but I’m not exactly feeling it today.
“Smith! Let’s blow this joint!” I quickly get up, grabbing Mia’s hand as I pull her toward the car.
“I thought we were going to tell him. That you were wearing your big girl panties.” I keep walking. The only thing I can think about is getting to the car.
“I forgot that I’m not wearing any underwear today so it’ll have to wait until another day.” I hear Smith clear his throat from behind us before he reaches out and opens the car door. We climb in and I immediately relax.
“Okay. Maybe we should look into him a bit more before you tell him,” Mia suggests, putting me at ease.
“We’re going to need better spy gear, clearly.”
4
Ethan
“Don’t lose them,” I tell Brock, one of Kurt’s men, as he follows the black SUV. My cell rings as I go to call Kurt back. We have a plate number. We can start tracking her. I want to know every piece of information about Amelia now. I burst out of the building to see her crawling into the back of the SUV. There was a man with her that looked as though he was a bodyguard. It has me wondering who she is.
Why does she need a bodyguard? She was in the VIP area that night when I think back on it. It was a bachelorette party. Rage hits me hard out of nowhere. It couldn’t have been hers. She did slip out on me in the middle of the night. I clench my jaw. Is she married now? Do I even care if she is?
I should but it’s not going to stop me. She gave herself to me. That meant something. I know deep down that it wasn’t a one-night stand for either of us. The way that our bodies worshipped each other wasn't only out of lust but something deeper. Although unspoken, I felt it to my core.
I clear my brother’s call, knowing I can call him back later. I know his nosy ass wants more information but I don’t have much to give right now anyways. I hit Kurt’s number.
“What do you have?” I ask before he can even say hello.
“Car’s registered to a Maxwell Kennedy. Only thing listed is a business address. Says he’s recently married Mia Kennedy. Lists her maiden name as Montgomery.” My stomach sinks as I think about her already being married when I know she belongs to me. Could she have given me a fake name that night?
I know who Maxwell Kennedy is. No wonder he has security on her. Should have had it on her that night. I don’t see how he couldn't have. That doesn't make any sense to me. We are both rich men. When people find out you have a weakness they try and get at it any way they can.
“Forward me everything you have already. I want a full report on Mrs. Kennedy.” My phone dings two seconds later, alerting me that his email has hit my inbox. I know who she is immediately. I’ve watched the footage of the club's surveillance that night over and over of her.
She’d been with my girl that night. She must have been the bachelorette. That means my girl doesn’t belong to Maxwell Kennedy. Now that would have been a fight. The man can be as ruthless as me when it comes to business. I respect him. I’ve met him a handful of times.
I’m not surprised he settled down. The last time I saw him he talked about being restless. That work didn't hold the same thrill. I thought he was losing his mind but now I am starting to understand what he meant.
You can only open so many hotels before it all starts to blur together. After a while, you can basically do it in your sleep. You learn early in business to build a solid team to support you. The problem with that is that they get so efficient they pretty much handle everything themselves, which means less of a challenge.
This new information must mean that my girl is friends with