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My eyes widen. I’m not sure how to respond to that. We’ve always made it a point not to fuck where we sleep. This means don’t fuck anyone who is hiring us, who has hired us, and who may hire us.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Chapter Seven

LUCILLE

Sittingin the chair beside Emmie, I try to calm my nerves. I need to be relaxed about this. I need to be cool. She doesn’t know that I know who she is, and I want to keep it that way. If I act weird, then she’s going to know something is off.

Smiling, I turn my head and look over to her. She ignores me, which is about right. That’s who she is. A bitch to anyone who can’t do anything for her, and I’m encroaching on her attention.

“So, tell me about this new guy,” the stylist urges as she continues to put dye on her hair, then wrap it up in foils.

I look down at my phone, pretending not to be listening to the conversation because I am dying to hear how she describes Theron and their relationship. Especially after this morning and him essentially rejecting her and asserting his control over the situation.

“He is amazing. He absolutely adores me, too,” she coos.

The stylist hums. “My god, I remember when my husband adored me. It’s been a while,” she says with a chuckle.

“He is completely obsessed with me,” Emmie purrs. “He is so successful. He owns a security firm. They do security systems for the elite. They’re a boutique company. It’s so amazing.”

I almost snort.Elite. Sure, they do security for the rich and famous, but they also do it for regular people.

Securus is for everyone, no matter their financial status. At least, that’s what it’s always been.

They just want people to feel safe. I know it comes from the trauma they all endured. I don’t know the specifics of it, but I do know that it was bad, nightmares-every-night-of-the-week bad.

“Wow,” the stylist exhales. “That sounds really fancy.”

“It is,” Emmie says with a little bounce in her seat.

I almost roll my eyes to go along with my almost snort but decide against it. I don’t want her to realize I’m listening and stop talking. Scrolling through my new fake social media account, I add friends, like, and comment here and there randomly as I listen to Emmie gush about Theron.

MyTheron.

When it’s my turn to get my hair done, Emmie sits processing in her foils, but she doesn’t stay quiet. She continues to gush about Theron, but she’s pulling at strings because she doesn’t know much about him.

“And the sex,” she announces. “He’s the best I’ve ever had. The things he can do with his mouth are out of this world.”

Again, I almost laugh because the last time I watched them together, she was the one using her mouth… a lot. The stylist giggles and places her hand on Emmie’s shoulder.

“You better keep that one. He sounds like he’s one of a kind.”

I’m not sure if she believes Emmie or not, but the next thing Emmie says makes my heart stop beating. “I’m going to keep him. No matter the cost. That man is never getting rid of me.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I shift in my seat and hate myself for what I’m going to say next. Inhaling through my nose,I let it out of my mouth slowly, then turn my head and look over to Emmie, who is staring at her reflection as if it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. She makes me want to gag.

“You’re so lucky,” I say.

This is someone who needs her ego boosted, even though she thinks more of herself than anyone else possibly could.

Her gaze flicks to mine in the reflection of the mirror, and she smiles. “Thanks. Theron is just perfect for me. I’m keeping him.”

God. I want to slap the shit out of her.

“Does he have any brothers?” I laugh. “Every guy I’ve been dating lately has been a dud.”

Emmie smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes, and she doesn’t answer the brother thing. She pretends like she didn’t even hear me. I know she did. She’s just being the bitch she is.

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