Page 116 of Wine & Whiskey
He tries to take a drink before she pries the bottle out of his hand and sets it on the nightstand. Pushing him down on the bed, she climbs on top of him, straddling his waist. “Do you want to fuck me, or do you want me to fuck you?”
“I want you to do whatever it takes to make me forget her.”
A frown crosses her face before she leans down and whispers in his ear. “‘Her’ huh? That sounds like a bad line from a lame movie.”
“Yeah, but it’s the fucking truth.”
“Don’t worry, Nicky. You won’t even remember your own name when I get done with you.” She nuzzles his neck and kisses from his ear down his jawline.
A beachy, coconut perfume wafts over him.She should smell like flowers.He turns his head when she reaches his mouth, unwilling to let her lips touch his. Her long, purple fingernails graze his chest as she pushes up his t-shirt.They should be short and pink.Driving his fingers through her hair, he flinches as she kisses and licks down his chest.It should be silky and soft.
She kneels between his sprawled legs and pushes off her panties. Slowly running her hand between her soft folds, she brings her finger to her mouth and sucks. “You don’t want to kiss my mouth, but I bet you want to taste my sweetness.”
His stomach turns at her unknowingly poor choice of words, bringing him back to reality. What the fuck is he doing here? No one can replace Shae. “I feel sick. I’ve got to go.” He scrambles off the bed and grabs his bottle.
She swipes her clothes from the floor and pulls them on, her body shaking in anger. “What the hell’s the matter with you? You used to be able to hold your liquor. You’re falling apart, Nicky.”
Following him down the hallway, she grabs for his shirt, but he jerks away. “I said I’ve got to go.”
“I still need to talk to you. There’s something I have to tell you.”
“Call my secretary and make an appointment. I have to get out of here.”
Her face flames red as she stands on her porch. “You’re an asshole. You know that? That’s why she fucking left you. Because you’re a fucking asshole!” She slams the front door as he climbs into the limo.
Max’s smug smile makes him take another long drink. “That didn’t take long.”
“Fuck you.”
“I knew you couldn’t go through with it.”
Nick wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and flops back on the seat. “Tell Jacks to hurry the fuck up.”
Max’s chirping phone interrupts their silent drive. He swipes the screen. “Fuck!”
“What?”
“Shae left the house without security. They don’t know where she is.”
Amber liquid sloshes over the lip of the bottle as Nick flies up. “Why the fuck would she do that?”
Max scrolls through the message. “It wasn’t her. Evan came to pick her up and before he went inside he told the guys, and I quote, ‘Tell your boss my fiancée doesn’t need his protection anymore. I’m taking care of her now.’”
Nick’s body shakes as fire races through him. He’s a fucking idiot and takes back everything he said. “I want her found and him dead.”
* * *
Evan squeezes her hand. “Are you okay?”
Shae nods. As much as she can be with a surprise visit to the obstetrician. Evan promised he would give her time to think. Instead, he showed up at her door with a smile and an appointment with a colleague he’s known since medical school. With an answer for all of her arguments—a physician they can both trust, her privacy guaranteed on an early Saturday morning with no other patients, no doctor of her own after having been gone for so long—she let him talk her into coming.
Yet, she can’t be mad at him. It was her decision, unable to resist the temptation of her first ultrasound, of finding a bit of happiness in her devastation.
“Okay, let’s take a look.” The doctor smiles as she pats Shae’s trembling leg. “Just relax. This might feel a little strange, but shouldn’t hurt.”
Just one more deception to add to her crumbling morals. Evan told her it was better this way. Let Nick’s security team think she’s with Nathan and Carrie in her car while they sneak out in his. Otherwise, the guys would report back to Nick she went to the doctor, and he would know something was going on. It felt wrong when she agreed to it. And now, lying here waiting to see their baby for the first time without him, confirms her guilt is deserved.
“Usually my technician performs the ultrasounds, but since it’s the weekend, you’re stuck with me.”
