Page 97 of The Boyfriend Experience

“Uh, yeah.” He looks over at one of the other guys. The one in the suit who may have had a gun out when I came into the office, but maybe I just imagined that, because I don’t see it now. Jordan laughs, like this is actually funny. “Little bit of wine, little bit of food, send her flowers at work, maybe a little bit of dancing, and then cap it all off by taking her to her sister’s wedding or something, right?”

Sister’s wedding. That’s almost funny. “Uh, no,” I say.

“Class reunion?” Jordan asks.

“No,” I say. “And when I say no, I mean no to all of that shit. Do you have any idea what she thinks the job of a boyfriend really is?”

“Tell me,” he says, laughing. “Because I’ve been wondering what her real reason was for this game since I took the contract.”

Every stupid thing I’ve done for her in the past four days comes tumbling out of my mouth. Her crazy nemesis. Her idea to change the way I dress. The fucking tattoo. The break-in. And how she just cost me the goddamned TV show.

“I’ve had it,” I say once I’m done with my rant. “I want out of this contract right the fuck now.”

And that’s when Oaklee opens the door, Eileen protesting behind her, and yells, “He’s lying!”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE - JORDAN

“OK,” I say. “Let’s all just calm—”

“Lying?” Law rages. “Lying?” He looks at me and growls, “Get me out of this contract, Jordan. I’m done.”

I look at Oaklee, who is now pouting. But she says nothing.

“Oaklee?” I say. “What’s going on?”

She shrugs and it’s clear she’s holding back tears. “I—” But she just starts shaking her head.

“You what?” I ask, trying to be gentle so I don’t push her into actually breaking down.

“She just ruined my fucking TV deal.”

Oaklee is still shaking her head. She whispers, “I had nothing to do with that.”

I don’t actually know what to say here, so I just wait them out. Law takes a seat in a chair, his leg bouncing up and down like he can’t control the adrenaline rush. Oaklee just looks down at her feet, and I’m sure she really is crying now. So I look over at Darrel, who simply shrugs.

Finn, who is standing guard at the door, says, “Your dad’s coming.”

“Shit,” I say. “Everyone shut up and let me handle this.”

My father always knocks, it’s the professional thing to do. But he is the boss, so that knock is just a warning that he’s coming in.

“Dad?” I say. “What’s up?”

He looks around. At Oaklee first, then Law. Because he knows Darrel and Finn. Then he says, “Everything OK in here? The whole office heard the shouting.”

“Sorry about that,” I say. And then I whisper, “It’s a very emotional divorce.”

Which makes my father’s eyebrows crinkle, because I’m not actually a divorce attorney. But hey, he goes with it because I sometimes do weird shit.

“Try to keep it down. We’re taking depositions in the conference room.”

“Sure thing, Dad. Sorry about that.”

He leaves and I say, “I’m fucking working here, Law. OK? You do not come barging into my office demanding anything. Especially when it has to do with a game.”

“Fuck you,” he says. But he keeps his voice down. “I want out of this stupid shit.”

“I didn’t have anything to do with that meeting this morning,” Oaklee cries, desperate to be heard. “It was all Hanna and you know it. Why would I sabotage you, Lawton? I like you. I thought you liked me. Why on Earth would I fuck all that up over something I don’t even want? And how the hell would I even get the information to set up the meeting in the first place? You’re being unreasonable and I don’t know what Hanna told you last night, but whatever it was, it’s all lies.”