Page 64 of Dirty Money
“Whose number is this?”
“The cab driver’s,” he told her. “I was sure you wouldn’t answer my number or Hayley’s.”
“You were right about that. But bringing her here won’t solve a thing. You withheld information. You went off to L.A. with your ex. And I have too much on my plate at the present time to deal with anymore. The timing is bad, Weston.”
“I love you and you love me. That’s all that matters,” he argued.
“And you want to have kids soon and I don’t.”
“I don’t want that anymore. I want to have them whenever you do,” he said, sending a small chill through her.
“I’m not sure I can believe you. On top of that, I have a feeling you aren’t being truthful with yourself.”
“Let me bring her over, so you can see that I haven’t lied about sleeping with Hayley.”
“Please,” she heard Hayley call out in the background.
“I’ll text you the address. I’ll give you thirty minutes. I have a lot to do today, apparently,” Aullie said then ended the call and went to get into the shower.
It was time to stop feeling sorry for herself. The self-pity was weighing heavily on her. She was tired of the weight. Tired of crying. Tired of feeling numb.
And she’d need her wits about her to keep Weston out of her life. He was a wild card she didn’t need.
The ride over to the building Aulora’s new penthouse was in had Weston wondering what the hell could have possibly transpired in the matter of a couple of days that had her living in such a grand manner.
“A waitress lives here?” Hayley asked as they got out of the cab. “Oh, is she someone’s maid too?”
“No. And she quit her job, so she’s not a waitress anymore, either. You don’t need to know what’s going on in her life. You need to tell her you lied and that’s all then you can leave,” he told her as they got on the elevator to go up to the top floor.
“A penthouse on Fifth Avenue,” Hayley mumbled. “Is any of this making sense to you, Weston?”
“No. Maybe Aulora has been hiding some other rich man from me. She was all against money when we first met, yet she’d never explain why that was. Maybe she has an ex who’s rich too. Maybe that’s why she was so against me in the beginning, merely because I’m wealthy.”
The elevator stopped and they stepped off it and went to the door with the number she’d given him. Ringing the doorbell, they were met by a butler. “Welcome to Miss Whorl’s home. May I tell her who is calling?”
“I’m looking for Aulora Greene,” Weston said. “She gave me this address.”
“Yes, this is her home,” the butler said. “And you are?”
“Weston Calloway. She’s expecting me.”
The butler gestured for them to come in and led them to a small sitting room. “Wait here.”
Weston sat down in a comfortable overstuffed leather chair as Hayley looked out the window that overlooked the busy New York street below. “She’s living with someone else,” Hayley said. “She’s moved on from you, Weston. You sure you want to continue to hold out for her?”
“I am.” He gestured for her to take a seat. “Park it. You’re making me more nervous than I already was.”
She took a seat just as Aulora walked into the small room. “Hello,” she said then waited at the door. “Tell me what you have to say then you two can be on your way.”
“Aulora, please…” Weston said but she held up her hand to stop him.
“Save it.” Aulora looked at Hayley. “You have something to say?”
Hayley stood up with a sheepish expression on her gorgeous face. Her violet eyes were brimming with unshed tears. “Aulora, I’m sorry. I was beside myself when Weston turned me down. The truth is this. We shared one kiss at the graveside of our son. He ended it and let me know he wasn’t interested in getting back together with me. He loves you.”
Aulora’s eyes moved to look at Weston who stood up, slowly. “And yet he hid things from me. That’s not what people who love each other do, is it?”
“And what about you?” Weston asked as he came up to her.
