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TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME
ELOISE
I’m prettysure I’ve gone and done it.
I pushed Ezra away until he figured out that I’m far more trouble than I’m worth.
I haven’t heard from the man in days. I can only assume he’s in New York because the one time I swallowed my pride and drove up to his house, there was no sign of life, and the door was locked.
And since the last time I saw him, after the amount of life-altering sex we had, he’s attempted to reach out a total of zero times. So unlike him. It makes the space between my shoulder blades itch. It also pisses me the fuck off.
Was this his end game? Did he want me to get so used to him that when he inevitably left, I’d be desolate? Or so that I’d fold and want continue our little tryst like he’d suggested?
Well, fuck that. Two can play that game but one can play it better.
I refuse to be maneuvered and handled as if I’m some dimwitted creature who can’t make decisions for herself.
All while I stare out at the lake from my place on the dock, the same place Ezra and I stood earlier in the summer to watch the fireworks, the more I try to fight the memories that threaten to force me to reach out to him.
The touches, the sighs, the pressing of kisses on sensitive flesh. The way he stared into my eyes as he drove into me, my body splayed out on his bed. As if he’d been waiting for me to be right there for so long.
Surely that can’t have been an act.
But I pull my cardigan closer to my body, hearing the rumble of thunder in the distance. I can always tell when rain will come. The air just smells different. And once the few droplets hit my skin, I turn my face up to the sky.
I want to ask it if this is still where I belong. Or if I ever really even belonged here.
But the rain falls with no answers for me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
I MISS YOU
EZRA
There’snothing quite like learning your partner has been blackmailing previous small business owners in order to get in on their properties.
No wonder people fucking hate us.
Reading over the paperwork in front of me and the email correspondence I received over the last few days, I have enough to bring to the board.
And I fully intend to do so in a few minutes.
“Knock, knock.”
I look up at the man in the doorway, smiling at his height and his thick head of silver hair. “Sir.” I close my laptop and stand, buttoning my suit jacket and rounding my desk to meet him where he stands.
When I reach him, I offer my hand, which he takes. His grasp is as firm as it’s ever been and eyes that look just like mine sparkle with the pleasure of being in power.
I love my father, but we make better business partners than we do father and son.
“Meeting should be a good one,” he announces, his voice gruff as he assesses my space, letting go of my hand to lean toward the door.
He lives for shit like this, and I’m sure he’s heard some things through the grapevine. As a member of the board, he doesn’t bother to come into the office unless some shit is going down.
“A necessary one,” I reply, gesturing for him to step out of my office in front of me so we can head out to the meeting.
“Right, then,” he tells me as he walks out.
