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Huh. That actually makes sense, and I'm glad Harvey thought of it. How else would I find out what happened if I don’t get every side of the story?
I nod my approval at Harvey and note that the tension in his body cuts in half.
Jesus, it's not like I'm going to fire him or anything. Harvey can be a bit intense, but he's still one of us. However, Harvey fucked up big time with this one, and he needs to know that it better not happen again.
Laura enters the room, and she glides over to the couch where the band sits. “I wasn't sure if you wanted me to be here, but you said you wanted everyone and that includes me.”
She waits until I say, “You can stay,” before sitting on the arm of the couch next to Mel. She take’s Mel’s hand in hers, and I can see Shay giving them both some serious stink-eye.
“Tell me what happened,” I fold my arms in front of me, and everyone but Allie starts talking at once.
Shay immediately starts bitching about Mel fucking his mom. Travis is thoroughly confused because he was still in the elevator when I rescued Wren, so he keeps saying “I don't think I'm supposed to be here.” Everyone else's words become a din of incomprehensible noise, and I shout, “Quiet!” Then I get angry because they made me shout, and I don't want Wren to hear and get scared.
“Allie, you go first,” I say to be petty because she was the only one not talking, and because it was her job to make sure Wren was safe.
“I did everything Harvey told me to do!” Allie blurted.
“I don't remember Harvey telling you to sit on the poor boy, jam a pen into his hand, and try to force him to sign that contract.” Laura nudged a loose pile of papers that had fallen under the coffee table.
Allie shot Laura what could only be described as ahow could you betray me after we fucked?look. Laura shrugged and gave her an innocent smile.
“I definitely didn’t tell her to do that, Bael,” Harvey said, voice dripping with disdain. “Don't make this worse for yourself, Allie.”
If Allie could fuse herself with the wall behind her, I'm pretty sure she would.
“But you did tell her to make Wren sign an NDA.” It’s not a question because I know he did. It was such a Harvey move that it didn't need to be asked.
“It's standard procedure for the entire band. No one is exempt from this rule, and the only reason why Wren didn't sign one before he came into the penthouse was because he was asleep at the time.”
“That's only for hookups. Wren isn't a hookup.”
“I didn't have to sign anything,” Laura said merrily.
“That's because you're the mother of one of the band members,” Harvey says, and I can tell he’s trying to be polite to her but failing miserably.
“You just said no one is exempt from this rule,” Travis reminds him.
I can see Harvey regretting every second of the last twenty-four hours of his life, and if this wasn't so important, I’d be laughing my ass off right now.
And if I wasn't so pissed off, I'd be more than happy to sit back and watch Harvey attempt to pull himself out of the hole he’d just dug.
Honestly, it's his fault for not realizing something like this was bound to happen eventually.
I don't have to worry about one of my guys fucking my mom because I don't even know who she is. I suppose it's possible that one of them already has, but that's not a rabbit hole I need to dive down.
Hopefully, wherever she is, she's happy.
Everyone continues to bicker about who fucked who and who should sign what, and since I'm still mad as hell, I bulldoze over it, and repeat, “Wrenisn’ta hookup.” Everyone shuts the fuck up because I was loud about it, and I continue. “Wren is aguest. He’smyguest, and he can stay here as long as he wants to,andhe doesn't need to sign anything in order to do it. Are we clear?”
I stare Harvey down until his no-nonsense aura wilts.
“Good,” I say, and then I move on to the bodyguards. “Who told you to grab Wren like that?”
There's a lot of hemming and hawing between Brent and James considering how lethal they both appear, but maybe I'm bringing my A-game today because they both look like children who are about to have Christmas canceled on them.
After a fascinating nonverbal conversation where they make a ton of meaningful eye contact, they reach a consensus and point at Allie.
“You two are such assholes,” Allie snarls.
