Page 106 of How to Break My Heart
Me, a woman who started her own business without billions of dollars to fall back on.
Everything I’ve worked hard for isn’t good enough for a man who has proven impossible to please.
Maddy cringes when she sips the steaming coffee. “This tastes like ass.”
“I’m glad you know what ass tastes like,” I mumble, turning away while trying to hold back my emotions.
An email comes through from the restaurant confirming numbers for tonight—so far, no one has pulled out—prompting me to respond quickly. There are a few other things I need to do today, and time is of the essence, so I finish the remaining coffee inside my cup, desperate to get out of here. “I have to run some errands.”
Just as I hop off the stool, Aston walks in wearing his checked red-and-black bottoms with no shirt. I swallow with great difficulty, avoiding looking at his hot body, but Mr. Beaumont’s words continue to haunt me.
“Why do you look so happy?” Maddy questions grumpily. “And why aren’t you hungover? What about Myles? God, tell me everything that happened.”
“I’m going to head to the café,” I say with a smile. “I’ll see you both tonight.”
Aston leans against the counter, crossing his toned arms. The corner of his mouth lifts, he’s teasing me with his piercing green eyes.
Mr. Beaumont iswrong.
Aston will do whatever the hell he wants, and after last night, it’s clear he wants me.
My head falls to hide my grin as I take a step toward the door.
“Oh, Everleigh?” Aston calls, forcing me to turn around. I take in a deep breath, preparing myself to face him again. When our eyes meet, he cocks his head with a smirk. “I’ll be at your place twelve sharp to finalize the things we discussed last night.”
“What things?” Maddy asks, eyeing both of us.
“Wedding things you made us do,” Aston snaps, shaking his head. “You know, once this wedding is over, everyone has to return to their own lives.”
Maddy folds her arms. “Oh yeah, and who do you have to go back to, huh?”
“My personal life is no one’s damn business.”
Back in high school, it wasn’t uncommon for me to get stuck in the middle of their sibling arguments. Evidently, nothing has changed.
“Okay, listen. Can I just say one thing before this gets out of hand?” They both glance at me, waiting for me to say something. “You both need to chill out. This is a time for celebrating love.”
Maddy’s lips press together. “That sounded corny.”
“You’re right, it did,” I concur, only to turn my back on them again and yell over my shoulder, “Now, both of you grow up and stop arguing!”
“Are you moving people around for your own sick and twisted pleasure?”
The finalized seating chart is on the screen as we sit on the sofa. Aston insisted I stay naked, which, might I add, is incredibly uncomfortable when you’re trying to do serious things, and your boobs are just hanging there saying hello. I negotiated and was able to wear his T-shirt instead.
From the moment he arrived, he made sure to fuck me in every which way possible. Against the front door, in the kitchen on the counter, where he apparently had the best “meal” of his life, on this very sofa.
“Yes.” He grins, pulling my laptop from me. “You see, Josephine was married to Larry until he was caught doing the housekeeper. It was one hell of a nasty divorce because he also knocked her up.”
My hand slaps against my mouth to hide my shock. “Don’t you dare! That’s so mean!”
“But is it?” He raises his brows with a slow smile building. “What’s life without a little fun?”
“You’re a bully,” I tease before he places the laptop down and pins me to the sofa.
Aston kisses me deeply, then fixes his gaze on mine. “Would a bully fuck you for the fourth time today and make you come again, huh?”
I shake my head, unable to hold back my simper.
