My Cruel Lover (Wicked Poison #3) - T.L. Smith Page 0,28
your mother harmed you.”
He doesn’t say anything to me in reply, simply shakes his head, and gets in the car.
We watch him leave, and it isn’t until I can no longer see his car that I feel like I can breathe again.
How does he even know where I live?
I moved and ran away from him for a reason.
I changed my name.
Started a new life.
All because his family has power.
They have the money to fight me for my son, money I could never dream of.
I was too afraid they would win to come back here, but then I had August, and we came back. And though it may not have turned out the way I had hoped, I still have Oliver, and he’s my main concern. He is my everything.
“Do you want to come and stay with us?” Rylee appears, and I turn to her and try to stop the tears that leave my eyes, but I can’t. They fall, and there’s nothing I can do to stop the torrent. Her arms wrap around me and hold me tight.
We are very unlikely friends. I’m not even sure how it happened, but I’m glad it did. People are drawn to her, and I am, for sure, one of those people.
“No, no, I will be fine. I’ll call the police if he comes back.”
Rylee pulls back and goes straight to August. “He isn’t stable. You never know what he’s going to do,” Rylee says.
“I know, I get it. But I’ve lived enough of my life running from him and hiding. I don’t want to do that forever.”
“Okay, well … you know where we are if you need us.” August kisses the top of Rylee’s head, and he sniffs her. It’s as if he has to embed her smell into him. It’s subtle and cute, and I love how much they mean to each other.
“Thank you,” I say, and I mean it.
“Now, can we talk about my brother?”
“What about Beckham?” August asks, looking between us. “Is he being an ass at work?” I avert my eyes. “Oh, okay, I get it. I’m going to head inside now.”
When I look at Rylee, she’s smirking.
“Do you like him?”
“No.” I know she means her brother. “He’s a damn asshole,” I tell her.
“That he is,” she agrees. “But he is also pretty amazing if he lets you in.” She shrugs.
“That will not happen. And what happened between us will never happen again,” I say more to myself than to her.
“Okay, that’s fine. If you want to transfer, just tell me. It’s got to be awkward for you, right?”
“No, not really. If he can act professional, I can, too.”
Rylee raises an eyebrow. “I’m going to not comment on that. I guess we will see how it goes?”
“Yep.”
“Okay, well, Shandy and I are having a girls’ night out this Friday because she needs it after her break up. Would you like to come? August already said he can have Oliver if you’re keen?”
I look back to the house.
“Sure.”
“Good. Come over after work, and we can get all done up, feed the kids, then go out.”
I nod as we walk back inside. The last time I went out with the girls, I met Anderson and fell pregnant.
Yes, that’s how boring my life is.
And the time after that, I got drunk with a few girls, and I slept with my boss.
Damn, my track record for drinking doesn’t look good.
Chapter 15
Beckham
Jacinta’s at her desk when I walk in. She’s sitting there in a tight dress that hugs all her curves. And believe me, under that dress are perfect curves. Curves that I traced with my hands.
I like a woman with hips.
Her hazel eyes shoot up to meet mine, and she smiles, but I don’t return it.
“Good morning,” she sings.
It is not a good morning.
This morning I woke up with a fucking hard dick that I had to pull in the shower just to get it to soften.
And that shit’s all because of her.
I hate her.
But I would like to bend her over her desk and fuck her again.
The struggle is real.
“Why are you here early?” I bark.
“Because you sent me a message last night asking me,” she says, the smile still on her face is driving me crazy.
“Why the fuck are you smiling?”
She shrugs, the smile not leaving. “It’s a good day.”
Somehow, I contain the eye roll.
“Nothing is ever good about Monday.”
“We have two meetings straight away, your coffee is on your desk, and the first client should arrive at any second.”
I eye