Page 23 of Forsaking All Others

First she comes to my club and gives me shit over Vivi, then she springs the whole H & M thing on me and now she’s calling me to ask me what the fuck I want for dinner. The fucking woman is going to put me in an early grave or drive me mad trying.

“Chinese is good,” I grunt. “Now—”

“Mav.”

Sighing, I turn my back to the house and stare at my bike.

Love her, I do, but the woman can suck the patience right out of a man.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Ghost is following me.”

Swiping a hand over my face, I drag in a deep breath.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck,” she snaps. “Why is Ghost following me—you know what, don’t answer that. You’re probably on your way to my house right now. Am I right?”

I don’t respond.

“I’m right,” she says. “Why would you go to my house when I’m not home? Are you planning on telling Colt about H & M before I get there because if you are, that’s not cool, Maverick.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, woman,” I growl, lifting my hands to rub my temples. “I’m a fan of that mouth, baby, but not when it’s runnin’ the way it is.”

I prefer it closed tightly around my cock but whatever.

“I didn’t come to you this morning for you to throw mine and Colt’s problems in his face, Maverick.”

“If you think that’s why I’m here, you don’t know me very well,” I grind out. “But let me ask you, how’s this supposed to work, Holly? I show up for dinner, you break out the chopsticks and I pretend like I’m there to coerce my ex-wife into being my business partner when in fact she’s the one who put this whole plan in motion?”

“Yes, that’s exactly how we’re going to play it.”

The woman has lost her goddamn mind.

“Well, let me clue you in on something, babe. Colt knows me well enough to know I’m not the kind of guy who would proposition another man’s wife without first speaking with him.”

“Right, you’re the type of guy who flirts with another’s man’s wife while standing in their kitchen,” she spats.

“Flirting,” I scoff. “Baby, that was not me fucking flirting with you and you damn well know that.”

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying anymore. I didn’t flirt with Holly, I gave it to her straight. She got off on that, that’s her problem.

“Stop calling me baby,” she grinds out.

“Why?”

“Because it fucks with my head.”

“Good, then we’re even. Now, I’m done with this conversation. I’m heading into your house to talk to your husband. I won’t say anything about the money. You come home with Chinese and play the fucking part,baby.”

I don’t give her a chance to reply, I disconnect the call and stalk across the street.

Fucking flirting.

Is she kidding me?

I rap my knuckles on the front door. It doesn’t take Colt long to answer it, greeting me with a friendly smile and pinched eyebrows.

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