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Shane walked over to her desk, picked up the marketing file and walked it over to me. I took it as I leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Hey, Sis,” I greeted late.
She cocked her head and studied my face. “You look like shit, Gabriel,” she said, chuckling sadly.
“I feel like shit,” I replied, honestly.
“It’s been a couple of days, Gabe,” she reminded me. “I think it’s safe to go to her now.”
Again, because we were family, and I had no shame in front of them, I said, “I think I’m scared of my reception. I can take anger. I can take rage. I can take sadness. I can take a lot of reactions from her. But I pray I don’t get indifference, or I don’t know what I’ll do.”
I could hear Adam clearing his throat. I wasn’t sure if I was making them uncomfortable, but they’d need to get over it. Embarrassing moments are what it meant to be a Buchanan.
I looked over at the man and smirked. “Any advice for a man whose wife wants to divorce him?”
He glanced over at Maggie and laughed a little. “Uh, fortunately, I’ve never been faced with an argument big enough to throw around threats of divorce, but Maggie has been mad as hell at me a few times in our lives.” Maggie chuckled, but didn’t add any of her cents. “So, the only thing I can tell you when faced with an angry woman…well, you can cup your balls, drop to your knees, and beg for forgiveness. Orrr, you can take control of the situation and her, and show her the real man inside you, that she seems to have forgotten is in there.”
Maggie looked over at him. “That’syour advice?”
I laughed and winked at Maggie. “Thanks, Adam. That sounds like perfect advice. I think I’ll keep that in mind later tonight.” I hope Justice was ready, because I was coming for her.
Chapter 19
Justice~
Much like a couple of weeks ago, I ignored the buzzing of my phone. And then I ignored the ringing of it, too.
Besides Gabriel, there’s only one other person who would call me, and she was here at the bar with me. So, that meant the calls and texts could only be from Gabriel, and I was having too good of a time to let him ruin it.
Beatrice and I were four beers and two tequila shots in when I finally ended my Gabriel tale and told her all. She was shocked, flabbergasted and stunned by my little love story, but she didn’t disappoint. “Jesus Christ, Justice,” she uttered. “How did you manage to keep this all to yourself all these years?”
I shrugged a buzzed shoulder. “I never had real friends growing up. I was used to solving my own problems. I guess I just kept with tradition.”
She turned on her barstool and leaned into me. “Okay,” she began, “don’t think me a total classless whore, but you gotta tell me, Just. Is Gabriel as good in the sack as he looks like he should be?”
I let out a drunken laugh because the answer was pathetic. “I don’t know,” I answered, honestly. “I’ve never slept with anyone else, Bea. He could totally suck, and I wouldn’t know it.” She blinked twice and then busted out laughing. Soon we were both laughing like loons on our barstools.
When she finally got herself under control, she wiped the tears from her eyes and said, “Oh, my God, Justice, that is too funny.”
I stopped laughing, but my grin spread across my face. “It is not funny,” I argued. “It’s sadly true. I have no one to compare him to. He could be packing a small dick and not be able to fuck worth a damn and I wouldn’t know any better.”
She raised a brow as she shook her head at me. “You’ve been fucking the man for six years, Justice,” she countered. “Even if you have no other experience, you wouldn’t still be fucking him if he wasn’t making you cum on the regular.”
She had a point.
Besides, I’d never been a sheltered virgin. I knew the basics, and I knew the average penis was between five and six inches. Gabriel was packing a whopping nine. And, save for that one time, he’s never failed to make me orgasm. So, yeah, it was probably safe to say that he was good in bed.
“It doesn’t matter if he’s good in bed or not,” I continued, as her eyes widened at my words. “I’m sure I can find someone just as hot in the sack at whatever he’s been able to do.”
“Just-”
“So, what if he has a big dick,” I went on as if I wasn’t shocking her. “I’m sure if I look hard enough, I can find another man who’s just as gifted. As a matter of-”
“Justice!”
I leaned back and my brows rose. “What?” Bea just let out a deep sigh and shook her head.
And that’s when I knew.
Goddamn, motherfucking, hell.
