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“I thought I told you to call Phillip?” I drunkenly spoke to Alan.

“He didn’t answer, and she kept calling. You need to go home, friend, and sleep the alcohol off.”

“Let’s go, Alex.” She grabbed my arm and helped me up.

As I stumbled out the door, Emerson began to yell at me.

“I thought you were going to the office. I made this nice dinner for us. I sat there alone, waiting for you to come home, and you were sitting in this bar, getting drunk. Why?”

I didn’t say a word as she shoved me into the passenger seat of Adam’s car.

“I swear to God, Parker, if you puke in this car, you’re buying Adam a new one.”

I moaned as I lay my head against the window, and she drove me home. She opened the door and grabbed my arm.

“Come on. Give me a little help here, Parker. I may be strong, but I’m not strong enough to hold up your dumb drunk ass.”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“Not on me, you’re not. You are to wait until we get into the house. If you throw up on me, you’re buying me all new clothes, and I’ll make sure they’re high-end designer and cost you thousands of dollars. No, make that millions.”

I stumbled through the door, and she took me to the bathroom off the foyer.

“There. Now you can throw up, you stupid man.”

Once I was done, I sat up against the wall as she wiped my mouth with a washcloth.

“Can you get up the stairs?” she asked in irritation.

I moaned as I fell over.

“I guess that’s a no.”

She helped me up, took me to her room, stripped me naked, and helped me into bed. As she climbed in next to me, I remember her saying, “Throw up on me, and I’ll stab you in your sleep.” I silently smiled because her mouth never stopped, and I loved it.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Emerson

It was the end of the week, and Adam was due home today. Alex and I never talked about that night he got drunk. He wouldn’t talk about it and had been irritable all week long. We didn’t have sex, and I barely saw him. He reverted back to staying late at the office, and when I would text him and ask when he was coming home, he would reply, “soon.”

I pulled out my map and laid it across my bed to make my plan for my next move. With Alex’s behavior, he was making it easier for me to leave. What happened to the man back in Napa and Seattle? Something went seriously wrong, and I wanted to know what it was. The night he left and told me he was going to the office, nothing had happened, and I thought things were good between us. He was shutting me out again, and it hurt. It hurt me right down to the very core of my soul. I thought a lot about things and needed to put my mind to rest and concentrate on where I would go next. I still couldn’t help but be bothered that my money was almost gone. Something wasn’t right because I didn’t live to the extreme. I was very careful with what I spent.

As I was looking over my map, I glanced at my phone, and it was seven p.m. Just as I diverted my eyes back to the map, my phone rang, and it was Adam.

“Hey, Adam.”

“Hey, Em. I wanted to let you know that I’m on my way over. I should be there in about ten minutes. I can’t wait to see you, sis.”

“I can’t wait to see you either.”

I took in a deep breath and folded up my map. As I was on my way to the kitchen, the front door opened, and Alex walked in.

“Impeccable timing, Parker,” I spoke as I continued walking.

“What do you mean?” He followed me into the kitchen and set his briefcase down.

“Adam should be here in about ten minutes. Make sure to have a bottle of wine ready to pour for me. You and he will have to get your own.”

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