Page 82 of Manhattan Secret
“It’s my pleasure, they’re already showing signs of improvement.”
I like helping and for those three hours it does take my mind off my private life.
“Where are you headed now?” He asks casually, looking at his Rolex watch.
“I thought I’d do some shopping and enjoy the sun.”
“Ah, I was going to see if you wanted a coffee.” he must notice my shock because he adds with a smile. “Another time. I’d love to pick your brains.”
Oh. Well.
“Was that dillhole talking to you?” I hear and spin around to see Lachlan inside his Escalade with the window down, glaring in the direction principal Kingston headed in.
“Do you expect my boss to ignore me or me ignore him? Quit being possessive, Lachlan.” I sigh, only half hating his possessiveness as I climb into the passenger seat. He leans across instantly and hooks me around the back of the neck, bringing my face into view of his incredible eyes. “I want you to tell him and every other guy that you have a boyfriend.”
“Every guy? That might take some time. Why don’t you just stamp ‘Owned by Lachlan Fierro’ on my forehead and have done with it?”
The little shit gets the biggest, cockiest grin on his face before he attacks my mouth with sweet, lovely kisses that leave me reeling. “Done, where’s the nearest ink shop from here?”
He winks, then asks. “Where does my mouse want chauffeuring to? You could come to my house for lunch…”
My face blanches. “Lachie.”
I’m a reckless girl who had sex with a stranger in a bathroom. But my heart and my body somehow recognized Lachlan that night to the point I was willing to be someone I’m not, just to have any piece of that man in front of me with the tempting eyes.
And I’ve been taking risks ever since to continue having a fix of him.
I can tell I’ve disappointed him.Again. His jaw tight, he starts up the car and screeches the tires out of the school parking lot in silence.
Another email comes that night.
YOU DON’T LISTEN DO YOU BITCH!!! GET YOUR WHORE HANDS OFF ONE OF OURS OR ELSE EVERYONE WILL KNOW YOUR SORDID SECRET. THIS IS THE LAST TIME WE’LL WARN YOU!!
The initial shock value lessens with this latest threat, and all I want to do with this email is correct the poor grammar and punctuation.
“I think we need to break up.” I announce when Lachlan comes through the door that night nearing midnight. I don’t want to be one of those shrill girlfriends who ask where he’s been. Who he’s been with. But the questions float through my mind when I smell smoke on his clothes.
He hasn’t even shrugged his jacket off before I’m laying a bomb on him.
Not because of the smoke clothes.
That’s the least of my worries right now.
“Say what now? Are you drunk?”
“No, I’m stone cold sober. I wish I was drunk. Maybe I should have a glass of merlot.” He catches me around the waist before I can get to the fridge and a bottle opener.
“You wanna start the part of this sentence over again that I’ve obviously missed?”
I clear my throat, devastated by his blue eyes.
God, he’s so pretty… no, that’s for poodles. He’s handsome.Sexy. Devastatingly manly. I can look at him for days until my eyeballs strain out of my head and still ache to look again.
“I think we should break up, Lachie, because we’re too different.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah,” I nod, seriously. Wondering why Lachie is acting so calm when I feel anything but. Wishing I was holding a fat glass of wine in my hand, “yeah, it is.” And before his gorgeous mouth opens with his ready rebuttal I know will come; I go on. “And before you say I like your dick, that’s true. I like it a lot. But that’s not enough, Lachlan.” God, what a crazy liar I am. “So, that’s that.” I finish, dumbly.
