Fuck.
There’s no way I’m going to survive these next six weeks, especially when my dick isn’t getting the memo that this whole thing isn’t real.
And then my eyes land on Dilynne’s bra.
Yeah, this mess just got a whole lot harder, pun intended.
***
I can hear Fletcher and Henley laughing from outside of Rhonan’s house. After Dilynne left the office today like a tornado leaving destruction in its wake, I knew it might make me late to my blackjack night with the boys. Luckily, I’m only a few minutes behind schedule since I had to finish up several things for my day tomorrow before I could leave.
But Jesus Christ, I don’t think evenIwas prepared for what she planned on doing to sell our new “relationship.”
“Well, I do know the date I’m going to ask her to marry me,” Henley continues, speaking about his girlfriend, Elodie, just as I open the front door, using my adrenaline to barrel through, slamming it shut behind me.
“Fucking great. We’re talking about marriage already?” Yanking at my tie, I walk straight for the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. The reality of what I just agreed to finally hit me on the drive over here, sending me into a tailspin.
“Are you okay?” Fletcher asks. “You seem agitated.”
“No shit.” I pop the top off the bottle and drain the entire beer in one drink, returning to the fridge for another and then emptying half of that one before finally taking a seat at the table and groaning under my breath. “Motherfucker.”
Henley taps the table. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that something is definitely bothering you.”
I glare at Henley while Fletcher and Rhonan try to fight their laughter.
“You have no idea the hell I’ve been in for the past two days.”
Fletcher drops the cards on the table. “Then start talking.”
Henley nods as he drops the playful smile and leans forward. “Dude, we’re here for you. You fucking know that.”
Rhonan jostles my shoulder. “No more holding shit in, remember?”
I glance between my three best friends before finally announcing, “Tori is back in town.”
That earns me three stunned stares and a long beat of silence.
“I…uh…Are you fucking serious?” Rhonan asks, once he can finally form words.
I huff out a laugh. “Trust me, I wish I were joking.”
Fletcher pushes a hand through his hair. “Fuck. I didn’t see that one coming.”
Lifting my beer to my mouth, I take another drink. “Me neither, especially since now she’s working at the firm.”
Henley’s jaw falls to the floor. “You’re fucking joking. Please tell me you’re fucking joking.”
I narrow my eyes at him as my irritation builds at my temples. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
Fletcher clears his throat. “What the actual fuck, man? Your dad hired her?”
“Yup.”
“Why?”
Staring at the label on the amber bottle, I blow out a breath. “I haven’t fucking figured that out yet, but trust me, he got an ear full from me yesterday about it. And then today, he returned the favor when…”
Rhonan tilts his head. “What happened today?”