Page 62 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“What is it?”
“Steve told me he had eyes on me, and she was always there every time I wasn’t feeling well. Asking me if I needed help…”
“So what are you saying?” The impatience is clear in his voice.
“I think she works with Steve.”
18
Puck
My dearest Lucas,
I should’ve started writing you these letters a long time ago. I find that I enjoy writing them. They give me the opportunity to tell you all the things you would never listen to me tell you if we were face to face. You know I’m right.
I was poor when I met your father. I was a waitress in a sort of a shady bar. It was not a complete dive, but it was getting there. This girl started a few months after me. Her name was Arlene Carter, and everyone wanted her. I hated her on sight. She was younger than me, and way too beautiful to be in a place like that. I also suspect that she wasn’t even old enough to drink or work in a bar.
She caught the eye of a man named Jon Stewart. He was the most handsome man there. And he was rich, you could just tell from the way he was carrying himself. He was also incredibly nice, but in a cold and calculated way. He never wasted a second on anyone he didn’t deem worthy of his time. I was not worthy, I tried. Arlene on the other hand…
* * *
“Puck, wake up!”
There’s a loud knock on Emily’s bedroom door, making my eyes snap open right away. I look around the room, completely disoriented. What just happened? And then it hits me.
I slept. Holy fuck, I slept!
I feel giddy from the feel of it, and I jump out of bed effortlessly. My body feels amazing right now. I look at the time and realize that I slept for at least five hours. I don’t remember the last time that happened other than when I inhaled whatever shit was in Emily’s inhaler.
Movement on the bed brings my attention to Emily. Her eyes are swollen from the sleep, and she as a couple of lines on her face from her pillow. She’s never looked more beautiful.
“Em,” I rush to her. “You fucked me until you put me to sleep, babe!” I grab her sweet face and bring her in for a hard kiss. She is confused but amused, so she accommodates me.
“I’m happy for you,” she grins at me when I finally let her go.
A louder knock at the door makes me look that way, and the moment between the two of us is somehow broken.
“What’s up, fucker?” I lift my chin at Sully when I finally open the door. He takes in my disheveled appearance, not hard to guess why it took me this long to answer his call.
“Were you actually sleeping?”
“Yeah,” I bust out laughing. “I can’t believe it either.”
I even feel lighter on my feet. I could take over the world right now.
“Did you take something for it?” Sully watches me with suspicion now. I don’t blame him.
“Nope, I swear,” I put my hand up to do just that. “I just had a great dose of Emily.”
“Puck,” she yelps, and a small decorative pillow flies by my head, then hits the wall and drops to the ground, making me laugh.
“We need you downstairs.” Sully doesn’t look amused at all by any of this, and the laughter dies on my lips. “Wyatt is here.”
“Give me a minute.”
I close the door and turn around to face Emily. She looks as worried as I feel. I hope we’ll get to a point in our relationship where we won’t have to worry about anyone coming at us with the intention to kill us.
“I need to go, babe,” I murmur as I search for a clean pair of boxer briefs. I got some clean clothes here, some at my place, I got them all over.
