CHAPTER FIFTY: GAME PLAN ON A SILVER PLATTERCHRISTIAN———After calling Dad’s caregiver to wheel him back inside, I fell in step beside Chuck, heading toward the parking lot. His face was stone, his jaw locked so tight I could hear the grind.“What’s this about? Didn’t expect to see you here,” I said, though deep down, I already knew why he’d come. He couldn’t even wait until I got home or showed up at the office tomorrow. Chuck stopped dead in his tracks. I mirrored him. Without a word, he pulled out his phone, thumb scrolling fast before he shoved the screen in my face.That trending video of Zoey and Scarlett played in the screen.I exhaled through my nose. Of course, my suspicions were right. This was why he’d come to meet me here. “So?” I asked in the most unbothered tone I could make out.Chuck scoffed, pocketing the phone, his glare locked tight on mine. “Is it true? Are you screwing Zoey behind my back?”I bit down on my tongue, my hands sliding into my trouser pockets. The
CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT: FATHER’S LOSSCHRISTIAN———“AFTER ACCUSING AN INNOCENT CO-WORKER OF DESTROYING HER MARRIAGE, ESTRANGED WIFE OF HOLLYWOOD DIRECTOR CHUCK GILBERT IS RUMORED TO BE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH FLUX STUDIO HEAD, CHRISTIAN GALLO. MAYBE THE OLD SAYING IS TRUE: ACCUSERS ARE OFTEN THE GUILTY ONES.” Signed, Everybody Loves Patricia.My jaw clenched as the video played, displaying Zoey, Scarlett, and her friend locked in a heated scene on my phone screen.I’d warned Scarlett to stay the hell away from Zoey. Yet here she was again, orchestrating situations that’ll make her appear like the victim while making Zoey look like the evil one. Her best card. Rage burned through me. My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles turned white. My mind flashed back to our last call, barely an hour ago. Zoey’s silence finally made sense. She hadn’t been quiet because she had nothing to say—she’d been with Scarlett. That was how Scarlett overheard me.My thumb hovered over Zoey’s name, rea
CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT: PILATES DRAMAZOEY———“Hey.” I managed, my smile stiff as Scarlett glided toward me, sweat shimmering on her toned body like it belonged in a sports ad.“Hi. Almost didn’t see you there.” She leaned in and kissed my cheek, still smelling unfairly amazing despite the workout. “Just signed up?”I nodded quickly. “Yeah. Second time here, actually.”As I spoke, I flipped my phone screen-down. Just in case Christian decided to blow up my phone again. Which made me wonder… why was he was calling me?“Nice,” Scarlett said, nodding. “It’s my first time at this studio. But I’ve been doing reformer Pilates for a while.”“That’s… interesting,” I muttered, because what else was I supposed to say? Before the awkward silence could swallow me, a voice called out from behind. “Don’t tell me you’ve already replaced me with a new friend.”We both turned. Another woman was striding toward us, all long legs and a perfect ponytail bouncing with every step. Just like Scarlett. Beaut
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: A SECOND ENCOUNTERZOEY———Camille absentmindedly tore into her flaming hot wings and roasted potatoes like they were her personal enemies, while I sat primly with my small bowl of oatmeal topped with fruits and nuts. All the good, clean stuff. A picture-perfect pre-Pilates meal.Christian had already called the production house earlier, telling them I wouldn’t be showing up today because he “needed my help with a client.” Translation: he needed me in his bed. After hours of back-to-back rounds with him, I actually had time to breathe. With nothing else on my schedule, I figured I might as well hit Pilates. Which was why I’d stopped at a restaurant near Camille’s hospital to eat with her during her break before heading to class. I was already in my Pilates outfit, all snug leggings and tank top.But our little lunch date was quite awkward. We ate in silence, the kind of silence that clung to your skin and made you itch. Made me wonder if she was hiding something
CHAPTER FORTY SIX: MY ARCHENEMY IN MY BEDZOEY———THE NEXT MORNINGI groaned, tossing around like a restless cat and smashing my pillow over my ears as the alarm shrieked from the nightstand.Of course, the stupid thing didn’t shut up. Instead, it dug deeper into my eardrums, screaming like it had a personal vendetta against me. Honestly, at that point, I was ready to rip my ears off just for peace.“Ugh! Shut up already!” I flailed a hand in its direction, blindly swatting at nothing but air. The shrill kept going, clawing at my nerves. Tears threatened to spill down my face. With one last growl, I shot upright and slammed the alarm down so hard I was surprised it didn’t explode into pieces. The sudden silence was a blessing. I exhaled, dragging shaky fingers through my bird’s nest of hair. Stupid alarm. I didn’t even remember the last time I’d actually heard its voice, because I’d been punctual at work…Wait a minute…My gaze darted to the wall clock.10:10 a.m.Oh. My. God.My
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: THE BIG MAN IS A VIRGIN BOY PT2ALEX——— She was scorching hot. And her walls gripped my finger so tight it made my whole body shudder like I’d never known before.I kept my gaze locked on her slick, pink heat as I drove my finger in and out, slow at first, then deeper, harder. Camille’s breath broke into soft moans as she arched off the couch, pushing against me, begging without words for more.My eyes roamed over her again in quiet appraisal of her beauty. Her breasts—round, perfect, bouncing with every breath. Her stomach, flat and tight, her waist cinched, hips wide and deadly. Skin smooth as silk, her face flushed in pink, lips parted, eyes hazy and barely open.She didn’t look real. She looked like a fucking goddess spread out in front of me. And it made my cock ache so hard against my zipper I thought I might rip through it.As if she could read my mind, Camille’s gaze dropped to the bulge straining in my pants. That teasing, wicked smirk curved on her damp