Page 66 of Heartless Boss
Paris, who has her hair in a neat bun, eats a whole slice before she beams at her sister.
“Congratulations, you’re hired.”
“Thank you so much!” I say, clapping excitedly.
London clears her voice. “Now, let’s get to business.”
Paris rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “My sister has always been so serious about everything.”
“This business is important, Paris. That’s your problem, you never take anything seriously.”
Paris straightens her spine. London’s hair flows down her shoulders. Both of them have eyes of a faded, dull brown.
“And you don’t know how to have any fun. I don’t know how David stayed married to you for forty-five years,” Paris shoots back, then she leans toward me. “If I were him, I would have run for the hills.”
London ignores her and says, “We have a baking event this week. It’s the biggest event of the year. I have three thousand cupcakes to bake. Different varieties. Can you make these Oreo cakes as cupcakes but add vanilla in the center?”
“Of course,” I say with a smile.
“I knew she could,” Paris says, delight lacing her tone.
“We’ll need them by Saturday at six thirty a.m. We also have to set up our table, but don’t worry about that, I have two big husky boys to do it,” London chimes in. “We open at ten thirty a.m., and we close at eight thirty p.m.” London hands me the orientation package, a contract, and work schedule for the next two weeks.
When I get in my car, I dial Gunner’s number, but he doesn’t pick up, so I drive to the mansion. He’s probably there with Cora.
When I get to his bedroom, he’s in his walk-in closet, throwing clothes in his Louis Vuitton duffle bag. He has so many clothes. Designer ties are folded neatly in a bin and designer suits hang up on the right side with expensive loafers and sneakers on the left.
“Where are you going?” I ask, standing in the doorway. He stops what he’s doing, engulfs me with a hug, and gives me a quick peck on the lips. He’s so hot with his dress shirt untucked and his gray tie hanging loosely around his neck. I want him to screw me on this wooden floor. My panties become so soaked with my wayward thoughts that I might have to change them. We’re not having sex as much as we want to because we have Cora, so we have quickies in his office or in the shower or when we go to bed.
“DC. I have a business meeting. How’d your interview go?” He moves away and zips up his bag.
“I got the job!”
“Congrats, we’ll celebrate when I get back. I’ll take you anywhere you want.”
“Hmmm.” I tap my finger on my cheek. “There is this cooking class I’ve been dying to try out. Will you be back before Saturday? I have my first baking event, and I want you to be there. And sober.”
I know this week hasn’t been a walk in the park, but I really need his support. This is a highlight, the start of my baking career, and I’ve dreamed of this day since I was little.
“Aww. My little Rainbow cares about me.” He slings his duffle bag over his shoulder.
“I’m serious, Wolf. You don’t need to be drinking, it isn’t healthy. I worry about you.”
“All right, I won’t. I promise.”
Then I blurt out what I wanted to say to him before all that stuff happened with Rylee and Cora. “Did you know I love you?”
His face turns white as ice and fear flickers in his eyes. He looks at me like I told him I saw a ghost. Not the response I was hoping for.
It feels like a million bees sting my heart, but I can’t let it show. I was stupid to think he actually loves me. He’s an asshole, a broken, alcoholic asshole, but he’s my asshole. And I’m a wilting rose, dying for a drop of his water.
We’re both a disaster, trying to make our relationship work.
He gives me one last kiss on my cheek, and we walk in silence to his car.
“Cora is spending the night at Alana’s. She’s picking her up after ballet lessons,” he says.
Does he realize I’m on the verge of tears? If he does, he doesn’t seem to care.
