Page 63 of Undone, Love Times Three

I don’t give a fuck about whoever it is outside my house. Once I’ve sorted this out with Blue, I’ll damn well be giving whoever it is a piece of my mind. How fucking dare someone show up outside my house like this?

Oh shit. It’s got to be Erin. She’s Lauren’s best friend. And she did not take the divorce well. Like it had anything to do with her. She just found Blue in my house, wearing one of my shirts. She would have taken great pleasure in saying something to hurt her.

This is unbelievable.

“I don’t want to ask her,” I move towards Blue, steering her out of the hallway so Erin can’t see us.

“If this deal falls through what does that mean for your company?”

“Why would you ask me that?”

“Am I going to get sued by anyone else?”

“No, of course not. We would never do that. Blue, I don’t even know what is going on. Let me call my father and find out.”

“You do that.” She moves around me heading for the stairs.

“Blue!”

She ignores me and runs up to the bedroom. For a second, I consider going to the door and tearing into Erin but she doesn’t matter. All that matters is Blue, and she’s hurt. Confused and scared things are going to get worse for her.

Fuck, Robbie warned me about this. I didn’t think it would matter, and pushed the whole thing to the back of my head. Blue didn’t like to talk about the lawsuit, so we didn’t. Dad has dealt with Derek Faulker. As far as I’m aware, Reed has been sent to Europe to get him out of the spotlight.

Blue is right, Robbie was right. I should have told her. I don’t see this as a deal breaker. What I have with her has nothing to do with the company.

That isn’t true and lying to myself won’t help. Erin getting hold of this information might cause a problem. She’ll gleefullytell the world that I’m screwing the enemy. I can already see the headlines.

Blue doesn’t deserve this. I went into Blue’s Hideaway that night. It’s because of me he was there and everything that unfolded that night, leading to this pain in the ass lawsuit.

Fuck. I need to call dad, I need to call Lauren and get her to tell her bitch of a best friend to back the fuck off. Most of all, I need to stop Blue from thinking I would do anything to hurt her.

The bedroom door is locked. Why the fuck does my bedroom door have a lock on it?

“Blue, let me in. We need to talk about this,” I rest my forehead against the door and wait.

No answer. And still the knocking downstairs.

“Fucking dammit,” I mutter. “Look, I’m gonna go deal with her. Just, give me a minute.”

It feels stupid talking through the door, but I understand why she is in there. When she still doesn’t answer, I curse again and leave the door. I change into some workout gear from the second bedroom and jog downstairs. In the sitting room, I grab my phone and call Lauren. She answers after a few rings and doesn’t have time to speak before I’m yelling.

“Call off your dog.”

“What?”

“Erin. She is outside my house right now, trying to get a story that is non-existent. She’s hurting someone I care about and if you don’t get her the fuck off my doorstep, I’m going to lose my shit.”

“Wait, what? I don’t understand.”

It sounds like I woke her. I don’t care. “Hang up, call Erin and tell her to leave my house. And tell her if she writes even one fucking word of what she saw here today, I will come down on her so hard she’ll never write another fucking column in this city.”

“Okay. I’ll call her. But Daniel, you’re going to need to explain this.”

“Do it Lauren.”

I hang up and start pacing. Erin is no longer knocking, but she hasn’t left. It’s taking every ounce of strength not to go out there and tell her to fuck off myself. That would not be a good idea.

There is still no sign of Blue. I take a chance and call dad. Mom answers the phone, sounding cheery. She can tell there is something wrong immediately and goes to get dad. When he comes on the phone, I try my best not to lay into him, it isn’t his fault. But I need to know what is going on with Faulkner.

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