Page 115 of Wine & Whiskey
“Where’s the file you gave me on Jessica? I need her sister’s address.”
Max’s eyes widen before he shakes his head. “What the fuck are you thinking? Don’t go over there.”
“Where is it?”
“It’s eight in the morning, and you’re fucking drunk. You’re going to regret this tomorrow.”
No, his mistake was chasing after an angel like Shae in the first place. He convinced her to stop flying away, but he knew it wouldn’t last. Smart enough to know they didn’t belong together, she never tucked in her wings. Always ready to take flight. Too scared to share her true feelings with him until the very end, when he was too damaged to accept her love.
“What are you? My fucking mother? I don’t need you telling me what I fucking am. I just need you to give me the god damn fucking file!”
“You think screwing Jessica’s going to make you feel better? Believe me, it won’t.” Max pulls open the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. “You know nothing happened between Shae and Evan. She’s not like that.”
“Yeah, but it will eventually. I told her to be with him, and now she is. So, shut the fuck up and give me the god damn fucking address.”
Max yanks out a yellow envelope and tosses it on the desk. “You know this will destroy any chance you have of getting back together with her.”
“Which is fucking perfect, because I don’t deserve her anyway.” He takes a long drink before ripping off the paper flap. “Where’s Jacks?”
After only twenty minutes, the limo stops in front of a Spanish style home with a golden stucco exterior and terra cotta accents. A pink princess tricycle sits in the small yard. The front door swings open before Nick reaches the porch.
Jessica licks her lips as a smirk emerges. “Nicky DeMarco. I knew you’d be back.”
The first word out of her mouth reminds him why their relationship only thrived in the bedroom. Her mean streak always made worse when she pouts. “You know I fucking hate it when you call me that.”
“I’m sorry. I forgot.” Pressing up against him, she whispers in his ear, “Maybe you should come inside and spank me for being such a bad, bad girl.”
“There’s a lot I want to do to you, but that isn’t one of them.”
Smoothing over her twisted-up, platinum blonde hair, she tilts her head and squints at him. “You know I need to talk to you, but you haven’t returned any of my phone calls. Then, you just show up on my doorstep. Why should I let you in?”
“Because I need something else besides talk.”
Her laughter dissipates the tension, and her good mood returns. “Well, hell, I know that.” She waves her fingers at Max, who remains motionless, leaning against the car with his arms crossed. “I don’t think Max is too happy you’re here.”
“Fuck him.”
“I will if you want me to. And you can watch. Or join in the fun. Your choice.”
He’d forgotten how fucked up she is. Exactly what he needs right now. “What? I’m not enough for you?”
“Oh baby, you’re more than plenty. Even two guys at one time couldn’t make me feel like you do.”
He winces at her comment. No woman should be this dirty. “God, Jessica, what is wrong with you?”
“I like to fuck. That’s why you like me.”
“Yeah, it is.”
She nods to the bottle of whiskey. “You look like shit, but you’re still sexy as hell.” Running her finger across his bicep, she smiles up at him. “You’re even bigger than the last time I saw you. You must work out a lot.”
“That’s all I do.”
“Then come inside and let me show you what you’ve been missing.” Her fingers squeeze his as she leads him to her bedroom, stepping over toy baby strollers and Barbie dolls. A plastic tea cup cracks under her flip flop.
“Where is everyone?”
“Grandparents Day at the zoo for the kids and the shop for my sister and Danny.” Stripping off her shirt and shorts, she rubs the waistband of her black thong, licking her lips. “We’ve got all day to do anything you want.”
