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“What?”Beau balked.
“We’re separating.Either you can put up the money for the business, or I will.We won’t be working together anymore,” Jordan declared matter-of-factly.
Blinking, doing his best to process this information, Beau stared at his former friend.He fought the urge to repeat the word “what.”
Instead, he settled for, “How?”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” Jordan said.
Smug bastard took his fiancée and now his business.Beau sure as shit wanted to knowhowthe hell he’d pulled that off.“You can’t afford it.”
The anger burned in his chest as his brain caught up to the events unfolding in front of him.
“The offer is in the paperwork.”Jordan jutted the packet at him again.“Feel free to have your lawyer review it.It’s not personal.Just business.”
Where the hell did he find the audacity?
“The hell it isn’t,” Beau scoffed.
Jordan cocked his head.“This has nothing to do with Megan.”
Beau’s muscles were so tight he vibrated.He was a volcano on the verge of eruption.“My ass it doesn’t.”
Beau had the idea to start the firm.The majority of the capital they used to establish the business had been Beau’s.Jordan barely brought anything to the table.Now he wanted to steal it from Beau.
“We built this company together,” Jordan said.“And I think we’ve taken it as far as we can under our current structure.We want to go different routes.”
“What are you even saying?I started this.You—”
Jordan lowered the papers.“Yes, in a way you did, but I’m finishing it.Without me and my connections, you never would’ve gotten it off the ground.”
Beau huffed.Jordan’sconnections?He had an uncle with a single franchise that got them through the door.Beau fought the urge to choke the man.His fingers itched with desire.
“Listen, I know it sucks.”Jordan took a step toward him.
Brave man, considering the rage surging through Beau.
“But it’s what’s best for both of us.You can’t believe otherwise?”He extended the envelope again.“Just review the offer.If you can match it, or do better, I’ll gladly take my new partner elsewhere.”
“Partner?”Beau repeated.“Who is that?”
“Don’t worry about it.I’ve been more than fair.”
Beau couldn’t look at him another minute without punching him in the face.Assault charges weren’t high on his priority list.He needed no more complications.Snatching the envelope from Jordan’s hand, Beau marched past the two of them and left the apartment.
He thought his world crumbled around him when he walked in on Jordan and Megan fucking.Beau couldn’t have been more wrong.
38
Marissa
Marissahadn’tbeengluedto her phone.She wasn’t holding it and staring at it, willing it to vibrate with a call or text from Beau.She had stuff to do.This was the last week before Carolyn’s wedding.As her bridesmaid, she was busy.
After getting out of the van and checking into their hotel, they met up with Carolyn’s mom, who had them booked for the entire day.They barely had an opportunity for lunch.So much for taking it easy and catching their breath after the trip.They were in overdrive.
First stop, the seamstress.Joyce was the only one who still needed alterations to her dress.Everyone else got to take theirs back with them.Thankfully, no one had overconsumed to the point of needing their dresses let out.
Then they stopped at the store and picked up all the items they’d need for the welcome bags the guests would receive upon check-in.It wasn’t until they were sitting at the salon getting their hair trials done that Marissa had a moment to think about anything other than the wedding.
