Page 106 of Devious Temptation
Settling everything between Lucy and Rhys in court went quicker and easier than expected, lasting only a few weeks. He was lucky that she ended up taking pity on him, and they settled on community service and a ten thousand dollar fine he paid from his trust.
Rhys was honest with the University of Chicago about what was happening, and they let him go before he even had the chance to start working. Now, he’s headed to the small town of Sugarvale, Florida, where he landed a job as the town’s resident sports therapist.
“How’s she doing?” I haven’t spoken to Charlotte since she signed the divorce papers. Everything has gone through our lawyers, and she hasn’t fought me on a single thing.
“Good. I think treatment is going well. She really wantsto see River, and I think it was pretty eye-opening to find out he wanted to live with you full-time,” Rhys explains as he links a duffle bag to his hardtop luggage. He doesn’t look at me as he asks, “How is Lucy?”
“She’s good.” I give him a simple answer. He doesn’t need to know that my little vixen has been keeping me on my toes.
I’ve spent weeks groveling, and still, she refuses to put a label on us—which I find ironic, considering she wanted us to go public in the first place. Now, it’s stolen kisses after meetings with investors and hours at her apartment between her thighs, convincing her that I’m serious about us and I’m willing to follow her lead.
I think she likes feeling like the dominant one, though I keep telling her that one of these days, my patience will snap, and she’ll be in for the spanking of her life.
Rhys nods, standing to gather his things. “Well. I guess I’ll see you at Christmas?”
“Come here.” I pull my son into me regardless of how awkward the hug is. “If you need anything, you know I’ll be there.”
“I know. Thanks, Dad,” he says quietly against the crook of my neck.
“I love you,” I tell him, just like I’ve been telling him every single day since we arrived back in Chicago together.
He nods as he steps back. “You, too.”
No other words need to be said as he turns and heads into the airport. I stand there, watching the crowd swallow him, and my eyes mist over the same way they did when he left for college.
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Lucy
How did everything go?
Lawson
Good. He just left.
Lucy
I’m glad to hear it.
That things went well. Not that he left. I know it must be hard on you.
Want to meet at Lauren’s Fault for a drink?
It’s the first time she’s asked me to meet her somewhere public. I respond quickly as my pulse races, telling her I’m on my way before I even get into my car.
Lauren’s Faultis slow when I arrive.
The lighting is dimmer than usual, and only a few stray people are scattered throughout the space. I don’t see Lucy, so I sit at the bar and order myself a whiskey neat and a shot of Patrón for her.
Barely a few minutes go by before I hear her sweet voice behind me. “Come here often?”
I turn to see her dressed in the same rainbow-patterned dress she wore the first time I saw her here, her hair is also styled exactly the same, and there’s a devious glint in her hazel eyes that goes straight to my cock.
“Hi, Mr. Morgan.”
“Miss Bradee. What are you doing out all alone?” I tease, playing along with her little game.
She steps in close to me, lifting the shot glass to her lips. “I was thinking we could relive this night. Make sure we get things right this time.”
