Page 20 of You Again
Chapter 10
Dash~
Ihad to have her again, and that was the end of it.
The second Scott had returned to the office, he had lunged for me, and I wasn’t too ashamed to admit I ducked and ran. I was used to it, though, and knew I could outrun him. He might still be in shape, but I didn’t have children who zapped my energy every day.
I had stamina.
However, it wasn’t until I had called Dani from a locked bathroom and promised her that I’d babysit her offspring for a weekend of her choosing that she called Scott and told him she needed him home. I couldn’t say what all she had said to usher my brother home, but a few moments after I had hung up with her, there had been a pounding on the door and a, “You’re lucky my wife’s happiness matters more than the need to kick your ass, Dash!”
Wwwwell…
And now I was home, unscathed for the moment, wondering what the fuck I was going to do about Henley.
I knew what I wanted to do, and that was to fuck her until it was her who passed out this time. But I was in serious doubt that she’d let me after the way the meeting had gone down today.
Damn, the woman had been fiery pissed.
I wanted to blame her, but I really couldn’t. She’d been right when she had pointed out that her workplace was not the time nor the place to walk down memory lane. The only excuse I had was that I’d been feeling salty at being blindsided. When she found out who I was, she could have easily gotten a hold of Scott and asked for my number or something, so she could warn me. Instead, she let me walk in there blind and feeling like a chump.
Then her fucking ex-fiancé had walk in, smiling, as if he hadn’t broken her heart just three months ago. Not only had he walked in like he owned the place, he’d had the nerve to offer his services right in front of her. That little move had me seething. Like the fuckcunt hadn’t already taken enough from her.
And I could admit-now-that there might have been some truth to Scott’s remark about pissing a ring around Henley, but what did he expect? Even if Scott didn’t know our history,Iknew our history, and history told me to kick Arnold’s fucking ass on sheer principle alone.
And why the fuck would she date someone named Arnold, for fuck’s sake? The name alone made him sound like a pompous asshole. And then there was the fact that she was going to have to quit her job because there was no way I’d let her continue to work with him once she realizes she’s in love with me, and we get marry next Friday.
Holy, Mary, Jesus, and Joseph, I was losing my fucking mind.
I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the beer-that I clearly needed-and drank half of it in one fucking swallow.
Or maybe I needed weed?
Whatever it was I needed, I neededsomethingto clear the ridiculous thoughts running through my head. The woman hated me, and here I was, already picking out our children’s names.
What the fuck? Jesus.
And let’s not forget her business card that I had snatched out of Scott’s hand, forcing her to have to give him another one. The numbers broadcasting her phone number were just burning a hold clean through my wallet and taunting me.
Then, before I knew it, my beer was gone, my phone was in my hand, and Henley’s business card was sitting face up on the kitchen table. This was a bad idea for so many reasons, but I found myself not caring.
Henley Everhart was driving me insane.
Me:What r u doing?
Unknown:Who is this?
Me:Who do u think?
Unknown:Not a clue.
Me:Dash
Dots flashed across the screen, but then they stopped, only to start up again. I could only imagine what her first reply was and what she amended it with. She probably started out telling me to go fuck myself, but then thought it best not to have evidence I could show her boss.
Unknown:How may I help you, Mr. Weston?
God, what I wouldn’t give to hear her say those words while bent over my desk.
