Page 13 of His Revenge
“Seriously, house red?Since when do you drink wine, motherfucker?”
Scottie merely grins, flashing even white teeth.He’s a good-looking asshole with dark hair and bronzed skin who gets a lot of female attention wherever he goes.Fortunately, there aren’t too many women at the bar yet.When it starts to fill up, they’ll be drawn to this motherfucker like bees to honey.
Meanwhile, my buddy shrugs.
“Bemelmans is known for its house red.They get it from Napa.”
I snort.
“This place isn’t known for its house red.This is a fucking cocktail joint, my friend, not a wine bar.And you know their house isn’t from Napa.It’s from Long Island, or some shit like that.Maybe even Oregon.”
Scottie merely nods as the bartender delivers his drink.
“Whatevs.I’m dating a new lady who appreciates her wine, so I need to study up on this stuff.”
I snort rudely.
“Well, this isn’t the place, but you do you, my friend.I’m not going to be the one holding you back.”
Scottie’s not offended by my words at all.He merely shrugs.
“So why the 9-1-1 text, my friend?What can Daddy Scottie do for you tonight?”
I smirk, but then my shoulders stiffen.
“It’s not an emergency, but yeah, I definitely have a conundrum on my hands.”
Scottie’s black brows go up as he sips at his wine.
“A conundrum?That’s a big word.There’s actually something the big bad CEO can’t handle on his own?”
I shrug.
“It’s not a work thing.Or it is, sort of.She’s an intern at Excel.”
Scottie snorts then, wine coming out of his patrician nose.
“An intern?”he howls while grabbing for a napkin.“Holy shit, bud, that’s young.But congratulations.You’re my hero for robbing the cradle.”
I shoot him a disgusted look.
“Yeah, she’s at my company for the summer, but it’s more than that.It’s my stepdaughter, Minnie.”
Scottie looks confused for a moment, his hand pausing as he wipes his mouth.
“Pardon me?”
“You heard me,” I grunt.“I want to fuck my ex-wife’s daughter, so I guess you could say she’s my ex-stepdaughter.”
Scottie guffaws a bit, unable to believe his ears.
“You’re fucking your ex-stepdaughter?Bud, this woman better be the hottest little slut on Instagram because why the fuck would you go there?There are a billion other women you could fuck, so why do you have to shit where you eat?Aren’t there any other hot pieces of ass at work?In your neighborhood?Hell, even at this bar?”he asks, gesturing to the developing crowd.
“No, because that’s the point,” I say in an even tone.“I want Minnie precisely because she’s Joelle’s daughter.”
Scottie stares at me, his expression disbelieving.
“No fucking way.Is this some kind of revenge scheme?Seriously bud, you’re losing it.You need to see a psychiatrist.”
