Page 15 of Broken Love

“I do. It’s delicious.” She smiles stunningly at my praise. Fuck, I wish Tucker were here to see this side of Windsor. The asshole.

Tucker

Regret bubbles in my gut as flashbacks from the night before play in my mind. I’d gone to some hole-in-the-wall bar and drank enough to black out in a hotel room, but what fucks with me most is the woman that keeps flashing in and out of my vision. I know I didn’t fuck her, but she was there in the room. We shared the bed.

Her scent permeates my clothes, and red lipstick stains my shirt and neck. I’m also missing my fucking wallet. I don’t know what her game was, but nothing good could come of it. Getting up from bed, I make a call to our financial advisor and have him cancel all my cards and get on issuing new ones—just to be on the safe side.

Stripping off my clothes, I head to the shower and scrub until my skin’s rubbed red and I feel more human than when I entered the penthouse and Tanner lost his shit on me. It was deserved, but I could have gone without the shot to my face despite how deserving it was, acknowledging that I would have done worse to him if roles were reversed. The thing is, if Tanner were feeling as shitty as I was, he wouldn’t have been as fucking stupid as me, so it’s not something we even have to worry about.

After toweling off, I get dressed, intending to go into the office, regardless of my brother wanting me to stay home. He’ll have taken my meetings, so I decide to bring in lunch as a way to apologize for my absence and my shit last night.

Placing an online order with a deli down the street, I make my way there, knowing it’ll be ready by the time I arrive. Grabbing a few sodas and the food, I walk quickly to the office, the anticipation of seeing Windsor heating my blood.

I tip my head to the security guard and travel upstairs. Kathleen nods her thanks when I hand her food over, and my spine tingles when I hear Windsor’s laughter from our office.

With a smile on my face, I enter and immediately scowl when I find Tanner missing, and the reason Windsor is laughing is because one of our brokers from the fourth floor is sitting across from her desk, looking mighty comfortable. I liked the guy, not so much anymore. He seems entirely too at home in the presence of my woman.

“Why the fuck aren’t you working?” I snap, and he jumps to attention. Not many people can tell the difference between Tanner and me, so I’m surprised when Windsor has no problem.

“Sorry, Mr. Graham!” he says sharply, still not leaving.

“Tucker,” Windsor growls, and it makes my dick twitch.

“Why are you still here?” I ask him.

He stutters a bit before muttering, “See you tonight, Windsor.”

“Bye, Tim.” She waves and rolls her eyes at me. “That was rude.”

“I pay him to work, not flirt.” I’m having trouble releasing my jealousy now. “What’s tonight?” Better not be a fucking date.

“A group of people are going to dinner; Tim came up to invite me.” She sits back down, dismissing me, and I grow more unsettled.

“And decided he didn’t need to leave?”

She rolls her eyes, and I want to swat her ass. “He was here for two minutes. Why are you here? Tanner said you weren’t feeling well.”

What comes out of my mouth next is driven by pure jealousy and blind rage because, otherwise, I’d have kept my mouth firmly shut. “I had a late date; he was giving me time to get some rest.” The surprise on her face, followed by the hurt, makes me want to jump out the window directly across from me.

“You son of a bitch,” I hear my twin hiss behind me, and I hang my head in shame. “I fucking told you to keep your ass home today. What the fuck are you doing here?” I will pay for this painfully tonight because I can’t even defend myself this time. Fuck.

“I brought lunch.” Placing it on Windsor’s desk, I turn back around and leave as quickly as I came, feeling even worse than I did thinking about what happened last night. I keep fucking up and can’t seem to put a stop to it.

Instead of returning home, I go back up to the gym. I need to work off this weird energy flowing through me and get my head on straight again.

CHAPTER 7

Windsor

Icanceled dinner with the others. I was no longer in the mood after Tucker came into the office at lunch. Despite his hurtful explanation for why he wasn’t there this morning, I was warmed by the fact he knew exactly what I would like from the deli. When I saw a third lunch in the bag, I knew he’d intended to eat with us but, instead, left because of the way Tanner exploded on him.

For that reason, I believe he was somehow lashing out after Tim had asked me out. He felt hurt that I might be interested in another man, so he wanted me to feel pain as well. I don’t like the mind games, but I can at least understand his reasoning.

Jealousy is a spiteful, hateful thing and can make the most rational person lash out. And Tucker Graham is typically rational. He thinks things through before making a move. I witnessed it all day yesterday and during our night together.

I’m starting to wonder if we need to clear the air and talk about that night and what it means for us because I’m not sure about them, but I know I have feelings. A lot of them. Not just about what happened, because it was amazing, but also about them.

Sitting on my sofa in the dark with just the streetlight for company, it’s well after ten in the evening when I hear a noise at my door. Glancing over, I notice an envelope slipped under the crack and hesitate to get up and grab it.

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