Page 63 of Wyatt & Weston
“Honestly, Em, I don’t see why you're acting so surprised.” Poppy shrugs.
“I wasn’t, that's the thing. I wasn’t pissed that he cheated, I was pissed that he made a fool of me and my family name. After everything we did for his family, he goes and sinks his dick in some other chick.”
“I mean, was he getting it from you?” Millie asks, the question sounding so genuine it makes me laugh in disbelief.
“You're joking, right?”
“Well, I mean if he’s not getting any sex from you, he’s gotta get it somewhere. You can’t blame the man. I don’t know why you would even want to risk it. Greg is so damn sexy!” Millie says and she and Poppy burst into giggles.
I can’t stay here any longer, I’m going to lose my mind and end up doing something I might regret. Like drowning their asses.
“If you think Greg is so damn perfect,” I tell them, standing up and downing my wine. “Then why don’t one of you marry him. He’s single now. Our divorce was finalized this morning.”
And thank fuck for that. I'm officially single, no longer shackled to his ass. Having money did come in handy in this case. We were able to expedite the divorce and he got jack shit since he signed a prenup.
He tried calling me, coming to the house, texting. I ignored him and my father even threatened him with a restraining order if he didn’t leave me alone.
He knows there’s no chance in hell that we would work this out, and it’s down right embarrassing he keeps trying. Not because he loves me, but because he knows he’s fucked losing such a big connection.
Guess he should have kept it in his pants. He did me a favor anyway. At least I didn’t lose years with his sorry ass.
I should be feeling bad that our marriage only lasted a few weeks, but I don’t. That wedding should never have happened.
Only, if it didn’t happen, I don’t think I’d have found the Wild Throne Ranch listing and I wouldn’t have met Weston and Wyatt.
I can’t think of a life where they’re not in it.
Fuck, I miss them so damn much it hurts.
“Wait, really?” Poppy’s eyes light up.
“Fuck you.” I place my glass on the table, too damn exhausted for this shit. “And get out of my house.”
I leave them in the pool and head inside.
My plan was to go take a long hot bath and then go to bed early, but as I pass by my father's office, he calls me in.
“Emma, would you come in here please.”
Sighing, I pause. I don’t want to talk to him. I love him, I do, but I hate his way of thinking when it comes to women. It’s like we’re just arm candy meant to stand there and look pretty for the rich, powerful men of the world. It’s all about connections and who you can move around on the chess board to better your position. I hate it. All of it. It’s all fake backstabbing bullshit. You can’t trust anyone and it’s sad. And so damn lonely.
“Yes?” I ask, closing my robe and tying it.
“I wanted to talk to you about a few things. Sit,” he says, pointing to the chair in front of his desk.
Reluctantly, I sit down on the black leather chair. “What's up?”
He raises his eyes from the papers before him. “What's… up? Since when have you started talking like that?”
Right, I almost forgot I usually wear a mask, pretending to be the perfect daughter. All prim and proper. Well, too bad for him because I don't have the strength for that right now.
“What would you like to talk about?” I try again, trying not to get snippy.
He cocks a brow and then speaks. “Everything regarding the shooting that took place on your trip is no longer an issue. Greg will not be pressing charges and the case is now closed. It was in self-defense, your little farm friend was protecting you.”
A big weight gets lifted off my shoulders. I’ve been so worried about what Greg was going to do. I was sure he was going to try to drag Hadley through the mud because his stupid pride was hurt.
“Hadley,” I tell him.
