Page 44 of Forever

CHAPTER 15

WILLIAM

“Tell me what the hell is going on here, Price.”

Sienna sashays into my apartment, anger rolling from her every pore. She shoves a magazine in my chest, effectively moving me out of her way.

“Hello to you too,” I drawl sarcastically.

This whole scene reminds me of another one that happened not so long ago. The day when Sienna confronted me after she returned to the States because I’d been stalking her place like a madman in hopes to get an answer about Anabel’s whereabouts.

Not a pretty memory or something I’d like to repeat.

“Don’t be dumb.” Sienna looks at me with narrowed eyes. Dropping her butt in the arm chair she lifts her feet on my coffee table. “What game are you playing?”

The jacket she’s wearing is open, leaving her pregnant belly exposed. I’m not sure how far along she is—six, seven months?—but she’s huge. It looks good on her, though. She looks happy and healthy. And pissed. She definitely looks pissed.

Her hand is covering the underside of her stomach, rubbing it softly. It seems like she’s not even aware of it.

“I’m not playing any games.” I cross hands over my chest in defiance. The last thing I want to do is fight or upset a pregnant woman, but her pissy behavior is getting on my nerves. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

One perfect eyebrow arches and she tilts her chin in the direction of the magazine, still tucked under my hand.

“What the hell is that then?”

Slowly, I peel the magazine from under my arm and open it to look for whatever made her so angry.

After everything that happened with Anabel last year we’ve grown close. I don’t remember doing or saying something to her lately that could cause this kind of rage thrown in my direction.

But when the magazine unfolds and my eyes look at the cover I know exactly what has her panties in the twist. Blood starts slowly boiling in my veins and I feel my own anger surface.

“This is bullshit!”

I throw the magazine on the table at her feet, but the offending assumption looks at me from the cover.

Trouble in paradise? New York Knights’ star quarterback seen with up-and-coming tennis player, Emma Hale.

The title is accompanied with the picture of me and Emma sitting side by side. Our bodies are close and we’re looking at each other—talking almost into each other’s ear—because the music was so loud we wouldn’t be able to hear each other properly otherwise. But I get how this can seem like something else to other people.

“I was with J.D. that night. Emma was there. She was supposed to meet a friend, but she bailed on her last minute, so J.D. invited her to sit with us. You called so he had to go home early, and we stayed a while behind. I wanted to go too, but I didn’t want to be rude. We had another drink and went home. End of story.”

“Did you tell Bel about it?”

“What? No! Why would I …?”

“She found out.” Her words freeze me. “We talked earlier today. She sent me the picture of the wedding dress and I called, and we talked … I asked her did you two talk, and then she wouldn’t let it go …”

The blood that was only seconds ago running wild suddenly slows down. Hands at my sides clench into fists so hard my nails dig into the skin, drawing blood.

“What did you tell her, Sienna?”

Her feet fall off the table and she gets up. For being pregnant, she’s quite agile.

“I told her the truth! I didn’t want her to find out from the internet! I thought you told her!”

My hands dig into the strands of my hair and I pull at it. The last thing I want is to go into a rage fit and do something I’ll regret later. Like strangling my best friend’s wife.

“What the fuck, Si?” I turn around and walk to the window.

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