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“He was excited to see everyone… it’s been forever,” Vanessa counters. “Besides, those girls are just friends of his.”
“Yeah, whatever… the blonde one looks just like you,” he gasps. “It’s almost creepy.”
“She doesn’t look that much like me,” Vanessa replies in my defense. “You’re just imagining things.”
I have to give that one to Tyler; Liv does look an awful lot like Vanessa. Seeing the two of them together nearly blew my mind. It’s no wonder I was attracted to her like a moth to a light bulb. I quietly creep down the hall making my way to the elevator. As the elevator begins descent I send a text to find out where Liv, Mandy and Mom ended up. I could use a little fun right now.
Mandy: We’re at The Penrose.
Me: I’m on my way.
Liv: You’re in trouble…
Me: I know.
So much for having some fun.
Mandy
By the time Trey arrives, I’m sitting alone at the bar. Silvia had dinner plans with some of her relatives and Liv went to the restroom and never returned. After a stressful afternoon, I’m content to sit here and enjoy another pint of Guinness in peace. I catch a glimpse of a tall, dark and handsome man coming through the doorway and know right away… it’s Trey. He definitely lights the place up.
“Hi sweetie… where is everyone?” He pulls up a barstool next to me.
“Your Mom went to dinner and Liv never returned from the restroom.”
“Really? Did you check on her?” His eyes instantly reflect a hint of worry.
“I did and she is nowhere to be found. She obviously slipped out the back door,” I reply, trying to hide my delight.
“Why?” His eyes widen and a look of concern spreads across his face.
“Because, Silvia basically validated her worst fears. She told her that you have been in love with Vanessa for years and that was obviously the reason why you were attracted to her.”
“She said that?” Trey cringes.
“Pretty much word for word. Liv had mentioned that she was having a hard time getting you to commit, so your mom gave her the unvarnished truth,” I confirm. “It was brutal to watch.”
“Poor Liv. I know how direct Mom can be. I wish she would’ve just stayed out of it.” Trey tilts his head back and runs his fingers through his hair. “How about you?” he asks cocking his head and giving me a sideways look.
“Oh… she basically interrogated me, then apologized before threatening me. Then after Liv disappeared, she offered me a bribe.” I calmly lift the glass to my lips and take another sip.
“A bribe?” he asks, seeming genuinely surprised.
“Yeah, she’s willing to pay me to leave you alone,” I tell him. “You apparently told her that I work for Harris and she’s not too happy about that.”
“I told her not to worry about it!” Trey covers his eyes with his hands and shakes his head from side to side massaging his temples. “So you witnessed a business transaction that was a little in the gray area. Big deal.”
“Not really that gray…” I interject. “It was pretty much straight-up illegal.”
“Whatever. You saw what you saw, but I have the video.” He smirks.
“The video? What video?” I feel an instant flash of heat in my cheeks.
“The one of you opening my briefcase, taking out the document, photographing it and then proceeding to give me the best blow job of my life,” he replies, his annoying smirk transforming into a full-blown smile. “The rear in-flight camera captured it perfectly.”
“Oh… Shit!” I still can’t believe I did that.
“I don’t think you would want that video to appear in court, much less online,” he says with an evil little glint in his eye. “And besides, it shows that you illegally searched my bag.” He pauses, looking for a reaction from me. “You did study the fourth amendment, right?”
“None of it matters,” I tell him looking directly into his deep, dark eyes. “I have no intention of using any of it against you.”
“Then why did you take the pictures?” He presses.
“Okay… I may have had intent at the time, but after spending some time with you I had a change of heart,” I tell him honestly. “I grew up hating your father and I thought you would be the same. Everything I read about you online made you sound like a spoiled playboy, but I was wrong.”
“You were wrong.” He takes a long, slow drink of bourbon. “That’s why I hate those fucking reporters. They just make up shit… there’s no accountability.”
