All Chapters of Revenge Dating My Ex's Brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I assumed we were going back to work after lunch. August checked his watch."I'm done."I stared at him. "Done?""For today.""It's barely two.""I started at seven.""You started before I was conscious."His mouth twitched. "Come on.""Where are we going?""Sightseeing.""We did that yesterday.""Yes.""And?"August stood and held out his hand. "Yesterday you did it incorrectly."I gasped. "Excuse me?""You heard me.""I showed you Lisbon.""You made me stand in line for a tram.""You loved that tram.""I barely survived that tram."I took his hand.Outside, a black Mercedes was waiting for us. I stopped on the sidewalk."Oh, no."August opened the door. "What?""You planned something.""Yes.""How much something?""Get in the car, Melody.""That is becoming your answer whenever I ask about money.""It's very effective."Unfortunately, it was. I got in.Fifteen minutes later, I discovered August had not technically planned our afternoon. He had outsourced it."You outsourced our date

By nine Wednesday morning, I was sitting in my office at Ainsley with a cup of coffee, August beside me, and my attorney on speakerphone. Not how I'd planned to spend my first morning back from Lisbon."Tell me it's bullshit," I said.There was a pause. "I'm not going to tell you that."My stomach tightened. August said nothing."Is it frivolous?""No.""Great.""I also didn't say it was strong."I leaned back in my chair. "Those feel like two very different answers.""They are. Paul can file the claim. He can argue that the character is identifiable, that certain events were drawn from your relationship, and that recent publicity has strengthened the connection between him and the fictional character.""Because I'm dating his brother.""That's part of his argument."I glanced at August. "Congratulations. You're evidence.""I've always wanted to be evidence."I almost smiled.My attorney continued. "The important question is whether the play contains false statements of fact that a re

Friday morning, Rebecca Sloan called me at eight seventeen. I knew the exact time because I was standing in my kitchen, waiting for my coffee to finish brewing, and seriously considering whether I could survive another day of Paul Belcourt."Good morning," she said."That depends entirely on why you're calling.""Good news."I straightened. "Actual good news?""Lawyer-approved good news.""Oh, that's my favorite kind.""Our attorneys have finished their initial review. They've spoken with your attorney, and everyone agrees we can proceed with the Whitmore announcement and the transfer."I stood very still. "Seriously?""Seriously.""No injunction?""Paul has requested relief. He hasn't obtained an order preventing us from doing anything.""And you're comfortable moving forward?""We're comfortable enough to keep doing our jobs."I grinned. "Rebecca, I could kiss you.""Please don't. We don't need a headline like that."I laughed. "Does Daniel know yet?""Yes, and he's thrilled. He's c

Dinner was efficient in the way only August could make it. One quiet restaurant, excellent food, champagne that actually tasted like celebration, and a dessert I didn’t even try to share. We were back in the car before the city had fully committed to evening.“Your place,” I said as soon as the door closed.August glanced at me. “I thought you might want to go home.”“I want to celebrate properly. And I don’t want an audience of one slightly judgmental cat.”His mouth curved. “Then my place it is.”The elevator ride felt longer than usual. Every time the car stopped on another floor, the air between us thickened. By the time we reached his door, my pulse was already elevated for reasons that had nothing to do with the champagne.Inside, August set his keys down and turned to me. “Congratulations, Melody Brooks.”I stepped into him and kissed him hard.He answered immediately, hands sliding into my hair, mouth opening under mine. The folder with the Whitmore announcement was still in m

The cab stopped half a block away."Want me to pull closer?" the driver asked.I looked at the crowd. "No. This is fine."I paid, got out, and started toward my building. I could hear Paul before he saw me."I've tried to resolve this privately," he was saying. "Unfortunately, Melody has made that impossible."One of the reporters asked something I couldn't make out. Paul shook his head."I just want her to acknowledge what she's done."I almost laughed. He'd filed a lawsuit, given statements to the press, and now brought reporters to my home. Apparently that was his definition of private.I kept walking. Then he turned."There she is."Every head swung toward me. Cameras lifted."Melody! Can you comment on the lawsuit?""Are you concerned about the Whitmore transfer?""Have you spoken to Paul since he filed?"I kept my eyes on the entrance. "No comment."Paul stepped into my path. "Melody.""Move.""We need to talk.""No, we don't.""You can't keep ignoring me.""Watch me."I stepped