true.
“Serious?” Thomas balked. “You’re telling me you are in a serious relationship with a…a…” His eyes darted my way before landing back on her. “…goddamn guy half your age?” Now he was just being a bigger dick than before. It might be obvious that I was younger than they were, but half her age?
C’mon.
I stepped aside and tugged on Monroe’s hand until she was standing behind me. I didn’t bother hiding the distaste and anger I had for this man when I told him, “Last time I checked, thirty-five was well above the legal age limit for all the shit I do to Monroe in the bedroom.” Dick thing to say with the woman standing right behind me? Yeah. It totally was. It was rude and disrespectful to be honest. But he had attacked her integrity when he had accused her of not moving on from him, and he had attacked her self-esteem when he had insinuated that she wasn’t hot enough to land a younger guy. So, I was just clearing up those two misconceptions. “Trust me when I tell you that Monroe is over you and hasn’t thought about you once since I started sleeping in her bed,” I informed him viciously. “As for Leta, maybe we just have a little more respect for her and her feelings than you do in wanting to make sure we do this in the best possible way for her. Not for us.”
Thomas’ face took on an ugly red hue. “You don’t know shit about my family,” he spat.
“Don’t you mean your ex-wife and daughter?” I fired back mercilessly. “Because Monroe is no longer your family. While Leta is yours, no one is arguing that point.” I stepped closer to him just to be a possessive dick. “But Monroe? Monroe is mine. She’s mine every fucking night that you have Leta staying at your house,” I lied through my teeth. “And the only reason you’re still on your feet is because I don’t want to upset Monroe any more than she already is. But if you ever talk about her like she’s some trashy slut ever again, or think you can come here and yell at her like you still have the right, I will lay you the fuck out and smile while they put the handcuffs on me.”
Thomas wasn’t a little bitch, though, I’ll give him that. “You sonofabitch. You-”
“That’s enough,” Monroe hissed, coming out from behind me. “Thomas, you need to go.” She shook her head. “And the only thing I can tell you about Leta is to talk to her or go to counseling with her, even though we both know how you feel about counseling.” I could tell it was a jab even if I didn’t know the details of their divorce.
“This isn’t over, Monroe,” he replied, still pissed off.
“It is for me,” she retorted before grabbing me by the arm and dragging me with her into her house, leaving Thomas to stew on the porch.
Once the door was firmly shut behind us, Monroe whirled around on me, and hissed, “What in the hell was that?” I looked down at the annoyed beauty and just smiled.
I was finally standing inside Monroe Stewart’s home.
Chapter 9
Monroe~
Was this really happening? Did Sayer Hayes really just pretend to be my boyfriend?
As if I didn’t already have enough things to be embarrassed about in front of this man, now he’s gone and pretended to be my boyfriend because my ex-husband felt the need to announce to the world what a loser I was because I haven’t gotten laid in three years.
Lord, why me?
Now, don’t get me wrong. Sayer coming to my rescue had been fabulous. I would never purposely set out to embarrass or attack Thomas, but I had been furious as he tried to blame me for the friction between him and Leta. He was still trying to get out of his mess with no responsibility, and I drew the line at placing the blame on my shoulders. However, that didn’t change the fact that we’d lied to his face for petty revenge.
And, Sweet Baby Jesus, when Sayer had started sprouting off how he’s in my bed every night, it had been everything I could do not to scream ‘Yes, please!’ and not pull the covers on our charade.
“You’re not going to offer me a refreshment?” Sayer asked, grinning down at me, and I was back to being a bumbling idiot, my anger at Thomas no longer around to distract me.
“Wh…what?”
He jerked