All Chapters of Wrong Intentions: Chapter 71 - Chapter 77

EverettThe last couple of days have been hell. I shouldn’t be in London! I should be home with Aubrey after everything that happened, but she told me to stay put. I wasn’t going to listen because I know she needs me, but my return will add to her stress because of Hugo and Erica not knowing. They would know there was something, but by what Aubrey said, Erica would be fine with it. We are still on the fence about Hugo. I don’t want to make things worse for Aubrey.My focus has been nearly nonexistent. My worry levels have been sky-high. Work is the last thing on my mind, but I am stuck here, and I hate it. I have been staying out of everyone’s way because I have been taking my mood out on them, and I don’t want to do that. I can do that, not with this being a new business. We can afford for everyone to quit. I only deal with them if I really need to.All I want is to jump on the next flight, and it is taking everything in me not to do that. Hugo will be here in a couple of days. I kno

EverettHugo and I are back at the apartment after a long day of work. We ordered in because we were in no mood to go out or cook, which works because it allows me to talk with him. Things have been hectic since his arrival, so he really hasn’t brought up Aubrey. We have pizza and beers, watching a football match on the TV.“Hugo, we need to talk,” I say, getting straight to the point.He mutes the TV and turns to me. “Yes, we do. I want the truth about you and Aubrey.”There is no point in prolonging it. “Aubrey and I are together. We have been for months.”His brows furrow and his face turns red. “I fucking knew it. What the hell were you thinking? I told you to stay away from her. She is vulnerable, Everett. She doesn’t need another man lying and hurting her. Can you not listen for once in your damn life? If you had any decency, you would end things before she ends up falling, because we both know you don’t do commitment or long-term relationships. You could have any woman you want

EverettI wake with a pounding headache, groaning as sunlight slips through the curtains. Last night is a blur—I only remember ordering a drink at the bar. Somehow, I ended up back in my London apartment. Thank God—at least I didn’t do something stupid like cheat on Aubrey. I hope that’s not who I am, no matter how drunk I get. I can’t recall coming home. How did I get here? I search for my cell but can’t find it. Hopefully, I didn’t lose it in my drunken state. I shouldn’t have drunk so much, but it’s how I cope.I get out of bed to search for my cell. Each step makes my head throb, nausea rising. The taste of scotch lingers, churning my stomach. I need my cell—Aubrey has probably tried to reach me, and she'll worry if she can’t. I stroll into the living room and stop on my tracks when I see Hugo sitting on the sofa.“Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be on your way home by now?”Hugo sighs and looks up at me. “I changed it to later today.”"Why? I thought you’d be desperate to g