Todos os capítulos de Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

August found one sock beside the bed. The other was under my side, and I discovered it when I pulled back the covers."Looking for this?"August turned from the closet. I held up the sock. He stared at it, then at me."How did that get there?""Wild night.""Melody."I tossed it to him. "What happens in Paris stays in Paris."He caught it one-handed. "Nothing happened.""You lost both socks and woke up with your arm around me.""One sock.""Right. The other remained safely beside the bed."August disappeared into the bathroom. I smiled and flopped back against the pillows, replaying the sight of him standing there holding a single sock like it was evidence in a trial he intended to win.Ten minutes later, the man who'd woken up with messy hair and one missing sock no longer existed. August emerged in a dark suit, tie perfectly knotted, hair neat, watch on his wrist. August Belcourt had returned. Apparently all he required was a shower, a suit, and both socks, and the entire soft, rump

By Thursday afternoon, I had decided I needed to see August's apartment. This was not because of Catherine Whitmore. It was important to establish that immediately. I was not going to his home because Paul had told me August abandoned a woman seven days before their wedding. I was going because I was August Belcourt's girlfriend. Publicly. Contractually. And girlfriends went to their boyfriends' apartments. Probably. I had never conducted research on the subject.At six thirty, I walked into the lobby of August's building carrying my bag and enough confidence to compensate for the fact that August had absolutely no idea I was coming.The man behind the desk smiled. "Good evening, Miss Brooks."Well. That was convenient."Hi.""Mr. Belcourt hasn't arrived yet.""I know," I said, but I did not know. Why would I? I'd invited myself over and hadn't told him."Would you like me to let him know you're here?""No, that's okay."He nodded. "Of course."That was it. No identification. No phone

The next night, I came home from the theater at eleven twenty-three. My feet hurt. My hair was still pinned from the show. I had removed most of my makeup, but I was fairly certain one eyelash was still attached somewhere near my temple. I unlocked my apartment door, stepped inside, and screamed.August Belcourt was standing in my living room. He looked up from his phone."Hello.""What the fuck?""You're home."I dropped my bag onto the floor. "How did you get in here?""Your super.""My super let you into my apartment?""He thinks I'm your boyfriend and I bribed him."I stared at him. August's mouth moved. Bastard."You told me you'd let me know when you were coming over!""You didn't let me know.""That was different.""Why?""Because it was funny when I did it.""This is also funny.""You don't think anything is funny.""I'm reconsidering."I kicked the door shut behind me. "This is payback.""Yes.""At least you're honest."August had removed his jacket and draped it over the bac

The contract arrived Monday morning. Forty-three pages. I stared at the attachment. Then I called Marcus."Daniel sent the contract.""Is it terrible?""It's forty-three pages.""So yes.""I'm on page six.""Anything alarming?""I apparently have consultation rights regarding substantial creative modifications.""That sounds good.""It sounded good to me too, which is why I'm suspicious."I spent the next hour reading. Some of it was straightforward. Some of it was written in a dialect of English apparently designed to ensure nobody could ever prove what anyone had agreed to. Casting approval bothered me. The producer's rights regarding future productions bothered me more. By page thirty-one, I had written WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN? in the margin twice. I emailed the entire thing to my attorney. Then I sat there looking at it.August had told me not to accept the first offer. He'd also told me he wasn't negotiating it for me. I knew that. I didn't want him to. But I did want to kno

August invited me to dinner on Wednesday. Actually invited me.AUGUST: Would you have dinner with me tonight?I stared at the message. Then took a screenshot.ME: Wow, is this a date?AUGUST: I will come get you at eight.He didn't answer. Apparently he had limits.At eight, his car picked me up outside Ainsley. The restaurant was small, expensive, and discreet enough that nobody openly photographed us when we walked inside. People looked. They always looked now. But nobody shouted Paul's name or asked whether I was sleeping with both Belcourt brothers, so I considered it a successful evening.August had reserved a table in the back."You arranged this yourself."He pulled out my chair. "Yes.""No Natalie?""No.""Are you sure this is allowed?""Sit down, Melody."I sat. August took the chair across from me."You look wonderful as always."I blinked. He picked up his menu."What?""Nothing.""You're staring.""You invited me to dinner and complimented me within thirty seconds. I'm con