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I know she’s joking, but it churns my stomach. I press my nose against her hair as I squeeze her ass hard. “You are treading on very thin ice, young lady. I’d be very careful if I were you.”
“Is that a threat, Mr. Bishop?”
“Oh no, sweetheart, it’s a fucking promise.”
“And here I thought you’d turned over a new leaf. With your gentlemanly promise to not force me to be with you.”
“Gentleman?” I laugh. “If I made you think for one second that I’m a gentleman, I severely fucked up. Nothing about me is gentle, Emery, and if you plan to tease me like this all night, I’ll drag you out of here right now in front of everyone and fuck you in the car till you beg me for mercy.”
“Maybe that’s what I want you to do.” She says a quick hello to someone else as we walk toward the bar.
I grab her arm and pull her to the side. “You know you can ask me, right? That this doesn’t always have to be a game between us.”
“I like the game,” she whispers against my lips, both of us completely forgetting for a second where we are.
“I’ve been looking all over for you. So has mom,” Foster interrupts us. “We need you over here.” He gestures toward where my mother is, waving at me frantically.
“Are you going to be okay on your own for a little while?”
“Yes, I’ll be okay.” I squeeze her hand briefly before walking across the room to join my family.
I try to stay focused as I talk business with the family, but my eyes follow Emery as she grabs her cocktail and walks through the crowd. She smiles at a few people, hugging some and shaking hands with others.
“What do you think, Mads?” I turn my attention back to my mother to answer her question and when I look up again, Em is nowhere to be seen.
“Yeah, sounds like a good plan,” I say, nodding toward my mom and Foster.
“Good, let’s proceed then. On that note, I’m exhausted already. You boys can handle the evening. I’m calling my driver.” My mother kisses us each on the cheek before excusing herself.
“How are things going?” Foster asks, a look on his face.
“She knows, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“You told her?” His eyes bug out.
“Yup.”
“And?”
“Well, she’s here, isn’t she?”
He shakes his head. “Jesus fuckin Christ, Mads. Your dick is going to kill you someday, you know that?”
“It’s not about my dick, you piece of shit. She deserved to know the truth; she needed the closure.”
“You meanyouneeded the closure.” He isn’t wrong.
“It’s not about what I need anymore, Foster. It’s about her. It’s always been about her.”
“You really love her, don’t you?”
I shrug. “Either that or I’m just a huge fucking moron who admitted to first-degree murder.”
“Well, you can certainly be both.” He chuckles, then grabs my shoulder. “Look, I hope it’s real and she isn’t playing you to get back at you. I’m not saying be suspicious but also, don’t be an idiot.”
“I think it’s a little late for that warning, brother. But I’m not worried about her turning me in or getting me back. Not because I don’t think she’s capable, but because a life without her is a death sentence in my mind anyway.”
I step away from my brother, working my way through the crowd to try and find Emery, but she’s nowhere to be found. For a brief second, I panic, wondering if she did see this as her chance to escape, but then I remember finding her hiding away at every other event we’ve attended together over the years.
