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“What happens at the gala?”
“So many questions.” Finn rolls his eyes again, then asks Mickey, “Are you sure we can’t just work with the Taylor girl directly?”
“Figure it out, Alexander. You know the stakes.” Mickey grinds his jaw.
“I don’t know why I’m even here,” Finn huffs. “I need to get home and let my dogs out before the gala.”
I try not to laugh at the idea of a man like him owning a dog, much lesspluraldogs. Even if he does have pets, why isn’t an assistant or one of his men working for him doing it? Instead of probing, I take it as my cue to leave, standing and buttoning my blazer. “Gentlemen, it’s been an experience, but I should get back to Tex?—”
“Sit. Down,” Mickey snaps. “No one is going anywhere until I know with absolute certainty that Christopher is out of the picture.”
Finn adjusts his cufflinks. “I can have someone take care of it.”
“No,” I confirm. “There’s nothing to takecare of.”
“You weren’t supposed to marry the Washington darling, Alex,” Finn tuts. “Everything was in place. Ms. Taylor would be brokenhearted, and we’d be there to pick up the pieces. You ruined everything with your theatrics. So, from now on, you leave the rest to us.”
“That was before you told me you want her to be President! I’m in agreement that she is a better fit, but… promise me you won’t hurt Chris.” I don’t care how weak my voice sounds, I can’t have my brother’s death on my conscience.
“Your brother isn’t moldable,” Mickey says carefully. “He’s unpredictable. We’ll spare”—his nose scrunches for a moment—“his life, if you ensure his wife is running.”
“She’s not his wife,” I blurt, then quickly correct with a lie, “I mean… their paperwork is filed. You’re correct.”
“That bonfire was lovely, wasn’t it?” Finn adds, lightly licking his upper lip.
“Fuck! Was there anything you two weren’t watching?”
Perverts.
“You tell me.” Mickey turns his monitor to show Jaclyn in bed, wrapped in Chris’ arms, and I can’t help the anger bubbling inside me. He’s touching what’s mine. “As I was saying, take care of it. Or we will.”
I let out a long breath, trying to calm my rage. “As you wish.”
Chapter 33
Jaclyn
Everything is a disaster. Chris claims he has an emergency in Washington, but if I want this to work with him, I need to stay as far away from D.C.—and Alex—as possible.
No one is perfect. I’m certainly no saint, especially after these past few weeks. Having done my own deplorable acts, I doubt Chris would forgive me if he knew everything.
After his first time ever making me come, he slid into bed with me, wrapping his arms around me like Alex did when he was here. It makes my feelings for them murkier by the hour. My heart and my head are at war with one another, and the more time I spend with Chris, the messier this all becomes. I don’t love him, and likely never will.
There are worse things than letting your husband go down on you. Maybe I can make this work, after all.
Except I can’t get Alex out of my head.
Why can’t I let him go?
And why am I okay with Chris and I sleeping together?
Am I really going to throw everything I’ve worked for away… because of… men?
For all I know, both of them are lying, wanting a piece of me that I have too willingly given them.
I’m a fucking mess and have no one to talk to about it. “He’s an asshole!” would be great to hear from someone right now. I would call Ileah or Evelyn, but I would have to give them the most watered-down version of everything. It isn’t that I don’t trust them; I don’t want to burden them with it.
Chris slides out of bed at the sound of his phone buzzing. He begins a string of curses, and since his primary aide died in the accident, my mind immediately goes to who could be his next blowjob victim—maybe his campaign manager?
