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Perfect end to a shitty day. What the hell was she thinking? I stripped out of my clothes and climbed into bed. I was really pissed off at her and her behavior. And what the fuck were those songs about? I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what the hell was going on with her. The one thing I did know was that she better be prepared to explain herself in the morning.

Chapter Forty

Emerson

Rolling over, I placed my hand on my forehead and moaned. I heard the door open and Alex sat on the edge of the bed beside me.

“Are you ready to talk?”

“What time is it?”

“Noon.”

Both eyes shot open. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No, Emerson. I’m not.”

“Shouldn’t you be at the office?”

“I’ve been there and back.”

“Ugh. Why didn’t you stay there?” I asked as I looked at him.

“Because we’re going to talk about last night.”

I closed my eyes, so I didn’t have to see the anger in his. But then again, he shouldn’t want to see the anger in my eyes. Maybe they weren’t displaying enough anger, and I needed to fix that.

“I smell coffee. Where is it?” I asked with irritation.

“I set it on the dresser. I wasn’t sure if you were ready for it.” He got up from the bed and grabbed the cup of coffee. “Here.”

I glared at him as I sat up with my back against the headboard. “You’re not a very good hangover caregiver.”

“Excuse me?” He cocked his head with a very small smile.

“Where’s the aspirin? You should be bringing me aspirin and water.”

He reached into his pocket and shook the bottle of aspirin as he held it in front of me.

“Oh my God, stop making so much noise,” I shrieked as I set my coffee on the nightstand, lay back down, and pulled the covers over my head.

He chuckled and pulled the covers back. “Take these aspirin. Here’s some water, and then we’re going to talk.”

“Can you at least wait until the aspirin kicks in?” I asked, extremely irritated.

I knew damn well we were headed for our first huge argument, and I wanted to not feel like shit when I took him down.

“Fine. I’ll give you an hour to get up, shower, and feel better.” He kissed my forehead with force.

“That hurt!”

“Good.” He winked as he walked out of the room.

After showering and putting on some clothes, I checked Alex’s office to see if he was in there. He was. Looking up from his computer, he spoke, “Are you feeling better?”

“Kind of. Are you ready to be taken down, Mr. Parker? Wait, speaking of Parker, where is he?”

“Jenna took him for a walk. And what do you mean am I ready to be taken down?” he asked with a glare in his eye.

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