Page 87 of The Merger
Gannon: For fuck’s sake.
I grin, happy that I can rile him up even when he’s across the country.
Me: Well, does it?
Gannon: Therein lies the problem. I want to see you, but I have to go straight from the airport to the banquet.
Me: THAT SUCKS. I could suck, too, though. Just saying.
The pause is longer than before. This time, I know there’s no way he misunderstood anything I said.
“Maybe he’s just busy,” I say after a little while. “Heison a work trip.”
While that is logical and even probable, I don’t quite believe that’s all that’s going on. If something was important enough to require him not to be distracted, he wouldn’t be texting me. Hell, the man continued a Zoom call while I masturbated in front of him.
Gannon: Would you want to go with me? I don’t want to stay any longer than necessary.
I stare at the screen. “Do I want to go with you? In public?”
My stomach twists as I consider his request. It’s pretty ballsy considering we agreed Tate could never know about us. And Gannon was adamant that he’s not the relationship kind of guy, so I know he doesn’t want to risk his brother finding out and making a mess of things when our situationship inevitably falls apart.
“So why did you ask me, Gannon? What’s so important about this event that you would risk someone outing us?”
I nibble my lip. It doesn’t quite make sense. But, at the end of the day, I trust him.
If he wants me to go, I’ll go.
Me: And then I can sit on your face?
Gannon: If you don’t, there’ll be hell to pay.
Me: Count me in. What should I wear? I’m assuming this is fancy since it’s you.
Gannon: Carys, you could wear a fucking potato sack and be the hottest person in the room. Wear what you want. It’ll only be on you for a couple of hours anyway.
Me: I love when you talk dirty to me.
There’s another pause before his text pops up.
Gannon: I need to go. Talk soon.
I glance at my cold grilled cheese.
Me: Cool. Talk to you soon.
Gannon: Good night, Miss Matcha.
Me: Good night.
Chapter Twenty
Carys
Thursday
“That’s not what happened, Tate.” I swallow a french fry and stare at him across the table. “Did you even watch the movie?”
“Yes, I did. That’s how I know what happened.”
