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“Yeah, like that’s an issue.” I roll my eyes and punch him in the arm. “I’m probably the one who needs some reassurance. How did your talk go with Vanessa?”
“It was interesting.” He pauses, looking at me through the mirror. “Tyler didn’t come home last night. She’s pregnant with his child and he came staggering through the door just after she tells me that she has always been in love with me.”
“She told you what?” I take a step back and feel like a dagger just went straight through my heart.
Trey sees my reaction and immediately turns, coming toward me. “I want to be completely honest with you,” he says, with complete sincerity in his eyes. “I also want you to know that I didn’t feel a thing when she said it. I told her I would talk to Mom about Tyler and then I left. When I got in the elevator, the only woman who was on my mind was you.”
“Are you serious?” I honestly don’t believe what he is saying right now.
“Serious. I think I’m over her.” He wraps his arms around me. I revel in his warmth and find myself hoping that what he is saying is true. “I think I might have been obsessed with her simply because I couldn’t have her. It actually sounds a little crazy when I say it out loud.”
I give him a guarded smile. “I hope so, because last night was the best night of my life,” I reply, even though I know it sounds a little too dramatic.
“Mine too.” He lifts my chin and gives me another one of those incredible kisses.
Whew… I’m not sure if I can handle this emotional roller coaster. I’m exhausted and it isn’t even noon.
Chapter 17
Trey
Mandy and I are enjoying a delicious brunch at ABC Kitchen when things start to take a turn for the worse. First, Vanessa calls, which I let go to voicemail so then she proceeds to send me text messages. She tells me that Tyler’s clothes smell like perfume and that when she did Find A Phone it showed that his phone is still at the W Hotel. Tyler, you really are a fucking moron.
“Check out these pictures that Liv tagged me in,” Mandy says, holding her phone up to show me.
“Oh Christ! She hooked up with Tyler and Tommy? Vanessa is going to hunt her down and strangle the shit out of her when she finds out.” Tyler and Tommy… wow.
“Poor Vanessa,” Mandy concurs. “I wouldn’t trade places with her for anything. Pregnant and all.”
“Yeah, she’s going to have some hard decisions to make in the coming weeks.” I try to eat my eggs, but seem to have lost my appetite.
I pull up my Facebook app to see if Liv tagged me on any of those pictures. She didn’t. I am however tagged on a story that just came out on TMZ. Freshly Minted Billionaire Hooks Up With SEC Attorney, the title says. They have shots of us coming out of The Penrose last night and getting into the limo. The article details how we backed up traffic for miles. Fucking exaggerators. “You’re not going to like this.” I hand Mandy my phone.
“How do they even know who I am?” Tears fill her eyes as she begins to scan the article.
“They have their ways. They probably paid off the bartender or something,” I assume. That kind of shit happens all the time.
“Oh shit. Harris is going to hit the roof when he sees this.” She gives me a horrified look. “I’m going to lose my job!”
“Relax, its TMZ,” I try to downplay it. “He doesn’t read crap like that does he?”
“He’s single and lives with a dog. Who knows what he reads or watches.” She continues to scroll down the article analyzing every word. “I’m screwed.”
“He’s not going to fire you. Besides, if he does, I’m probably going to need a good corporate attorney in the near future.” I reach over and rub her back in an attempt to calm her down.
“You know what they say about mixing business with pleasure,” she replies sternly.
“Do it whenever possible?” I reply, thinking maybe I can get a smile out of her.
“I should probably get back to California,” she says after a long moment of silence. “It suddenly feels like things are going to really spin out of control around here.”
“So you’re going to bail on me?” My face instantly feels hot at the thought of it.
“No. I don’t know. I’m just not good at this kind of stuff,” she admits openly.
“Neither of us are good at this kind of stuff,” I remind her. “I think that’s what makes us a pretty good match. We both suck at relationships.”
