Page 21 of Miles Apart
Everything else is need-to-know, and right now, he needs to sit his ass down somewhere.
A video pops up of Justice storming out of the movie with Preston on her heels. They walk through the ballroom to the balcony outside, where Justice lunges at him lips first.
“No shit.” Guess Tia and Tamera’s missing sister ain’t afraid to get down in public.
“Turn it off now!” Terrence snaps, seconds from ripping out his hair.
I cut it off and stand to pat him on the shoulder, unsure what to say.Didn’t think she had it in herwill have him ready to box my mouth.
I’m shit at pep talks, but I think back to one of those stupid love movies Justice forced me to watch last time I came to Austin to visit. “Everything will work itself out. You two have been through hell and back. You’ll get your wife, bro.”
“I’m not so sure anymore. I think I pushed her too far.”
“Oh, please. It’s clear as day you two still love each other. You burned her with Madison, and she burned you with that guy. You’re even. So go heal together, or whatever the hell it is you married people do. I’ve never seen you give up when you want something, and we both know Justice is worth the fight.”
She’ll likely cause many of the fights, but that’s semantics.
It takes a few more searches to pull up Preston’s personal information, which has us saying, “No shit” in perfect harmony. Terrence better thank Jesus that Justice is so low-maintenance. His wallet would have a stroke trying to compete with a damn billionaire.
Preston Donnelley is the heir to a global hotel and resort brand. He spends most of his time in London, which doesn’t explain why he’s here in Colorado. The Ravine is one of hundreds of properties he owns. Why here?
It’s one in the afternoon by the time Terrence is ready to leave. Two hours of digging finally revealed the mystery of who he’s up against—not that he needs to worry about competition. He’ll get it right with Jay one day.
We dap each other up one last time before he heads to the door.
“Thanks again for your help.” Terrence stuffs his hands in his jeans. “You and Em got my head right.”
I tense at her name. “You saw her today?”
“Yeah.” A crease forms between his brows. “I texted her this morning, to run a few things by her about Jay.”
“How’s she doing?”
“Breathing and walking the earth, so fine I guess. Since when do you care about Emma?”
Since I played with her pussy and she snuck out my room.
Cut that shit out.
I clear my throat with a dismissive shrug. “I don’t.” The words rush out with too much force. “Surprised Thelma and Louise haven’t been kicked out for being a nuisance.”
He huffs a laugh and reaches for the door. “That’s my wife and her friend you’re talking about. Em said they signed up for salsa lessons at three. I’mma head over there later.” He frowns. “You sure you’re cool? You can come with me.”
“Nah, I’m good. Get your wife back.”
Terrence dips, and I go back to a data-masking project I worked on last night. I couldn’t concentrate, thanks to a certain mahogany-haired knockout with a pussy that would win first place in an Ironman competition the way she took her toys. I don’t pine over women, but Emma has me in a weird headspace.
It’s a miracle no one called the front desk about her hollering the commands she hurled at me.
Harder, Miles!
Faster.
Deeper.
My hands cramped like I was playingCall of Dutywith T. There’s no cheat code for Emma, but I was determined to unlock every moan.
She fell asleep in the adjoining room I intended to use for guests. No one has been in it but her, but I like my personal space without looking like a dick after giving it. I don’t sleep with anyone. People get too comfortable. They fuck around and catch feelings.
