Page 127 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
"Oh? And let you come in and rob me blind in front of my eyes?" I snicker. Then, another swig of the alcohol. Yep, can barely feel my fingers. I lower the bottle to the bar counter with exaggerated care.
The conference call device in the room buzzes and I wince.
Saint struts to it and depresses the speaker. "Rich Prick’s office."
Meredith's chuckle fills the space, "Hello, Saint."
"Hey, M."
"Is Sin there with you?"
"Barely."
She laughs.
"Loser." I can’t feel my lips, or the tip of my nose either. Makes for a nice change. "Anyone ever tell you that you’re an annoying motherfucker?"
"What’s up, M?"
"Ask her why she didn’t come to the wedding," I grumble.
"You’re on speaker, Sin." Saint smirks.
"I knew that." I blink, stalk to the table. "You’re not off the hook, M. You didn’t turn up yesterday."
"I’ll come when you decide to have a real wedding."
Huh?Don’t know about the wedding, but the night sure felt like the first of a new life together. Hold on, back up. Emo central. "The woman’s too smart." I peer up at Saint.
His face fades in and out in my line of sight.
"I may be old but I am not deaf... yet." Meredith's chuckle sounds from the phone. "I heard you, Sin,
"Oops." I curve my lips. "It was a compliment."
"I know." She laughs. "Called to remind you to eat your breakfast. It’s on the desk in your office."
I glance through the adjoining doors, spot the tray laid out.
"Thanks, M."
"You’re welcome, my boy."
The woman makes me feel like I am a kid again.
After the incident, I'd gotten into so many scraps on the street, it’s a wonder I made it through that patch of my life alive. I probably wouldn't have if Meredith hadn't found me beaten up and rushed me to the hospital. She'd met the rest of the Seven... and had become a big part of our lives.
"Sin?" Meredith's soft voice breaks through my thoughts. "The books you ordered are here.”
"Cool scene."
"I’m sending them up.”
The line goes dead.
"Cool scene?" Saint frowns. “Books?”
"None of your business."
