Page 81 of The Revenge Plan

My eyes widened, and I glanced at Kelly. His head was frozen as he stared at the window. Caiden leaned over and whispered in my ear, “It’s okay, you’re my wife after all.”

I shoved him away, my face getting redder and redder, “Did you spike that orange juice?”

He roared with laughter, “If I had, we wouldn’t be just talking.”

I whipped my head away from him and to the window. He chuckled as I stared outside. Soon we arrived at my work. I got out and waved him goodbye. “Tell me when you’ll be done, and I will come pick you up.”

“You don’t have to. I can get a cab.”

“And waste your meager salary? No.” Then he closed the window, and the car drove off. When I was done for the day, I didn’t call him like he said. I was on my way out to get a cab when I saw him leaning on his Bentley. He had glasses on that made him look like a rogue spy. When I reached him, he stepped aside and opened the door for me, “You didn’t have to.”

“I was done for the day, anyway.”

After we had both gotten into the car, I asked, “What if I had not come out. Would you have waited here all night?” He shrugged, “Maybe. But Alicia told me when you’d be done.”

“Fucking Alicia. I will have to speak to her soon,” I crossed my arms, “I thought she hated you?”

“She did. But after I explained everything and got a thorough tongue slashing from her, we got back on good terms. We’re practically best friends.” He whipped out his phone and showed me a chat thread sprinkled with different laugh emojis and dancing girls.

“You’re stealing my friends now!”

“That’s hardly it! Alicia and I have our own friendship separate from yours. I like Alicia, so you know.”

“Careful, I might steal Ax from you.”

“Ha! We go way back. I would love to see you try.”

“We go further than you, though. He was my boyfriend in third grade.”

His brow crinkled. “He’s never told me about that before?”

“That’s because he cried when I refused to kiss him.”

He bellowed with laughter. “What! No way! I need to know more of this story!”

“Oh, you don’t even know that half of it.” We filled the rest of the ride with me telling him playground stories of his friend. We reached the apartment while I was still telling him what I had done to him to get him to date him. “You bullied him into dating you! No wonder he hates you. He hasn’t gotten over his third-grade humiliation.”

“That’s me. Repentant school yard bully.” I opened the door to my apartment and turned to face him. “Thank you for the ride.”

“Don’t you want to come to my place? I could whip up a nice Michelin star meal for you.” his voice was low and sexy. It was tough to say no. I had to resist, though. As much as I wanted him, I still wasn’t ready.

“Thank you but, you aren’t the only one who is Michelin star worthy.” He raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”

“Julie can too. And she usually leaves me food to eat for when I get back home.”

“Is that so? I could test it. See if that’s true?”

It was my turn to laugh, “Nice try. Thanks for the ride.” I closed the door in his face. His pleading look was too much for me not to resist if I had stayed there further. This was good. It was different too. He was different. If he remained like this, I would not be able to resist.

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Iwas so close. It was my fault for going in too early. As soon as she shut the door in my face, I wanted to open it. Being with her was something I had looked forward to the entire day. Even Ax had noticed that I was distracted. So, distracted, I sent her a text asking when she would finish working. She had read it and ignored it. The witch. After that I contacted Alicia, who had cursed me first before telling me. I rushed my assistants to get work done and as soon as I could and went over to her workplace. I had only waited for a few minutes when I saw her angelic face. The time I had spent with her felt so little. It made me want more.

I went to my place and threw myself onto the couch. There wasn’t much for me to do except to jerk off while thinking of all the ways I would make love to Hailey or get some work done. I chose work. I still couldn’t concentrate. Her face kept appearing on the screen. I kept thinking of the conversation we had had. After a few hours of non-work, I slammed down my laptop and sent Ax a text.

Me: Did you and Hailey ever date in third grade

He took a while to answer.

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