Page 132 of Best In Class
“Not my mother.”
“Any news from them since the anniversary party debacle?”
I shake my head. I’d told Nina about what went down that evening with my father, Dom, and Lev. She was also surprised that my father slid into violent behavior.
She clears her throat and points her coffee mug at me. “Enough about my mess. Tell me about yours.”
“I have no messes! I told you, he wants to marry me.” I smile widely; I can’t help it. “He already has a ring.”
“Is it a half-decent one?”
“It’s his mother’s.”
Her features soften with tenderness. “And you’ve forgiven him for his sins?”
“Not all of them, but most of them,” I admit. “I am learning to forgive. To let go of the story I had in my head about how love stories all end in disasters.”
“That’s not easy,” she responds, her gaze distant with consideration.
“It’s not as hard as I thought it would be,” I confide. “I feel good about us. Not insecure. Even when Camy…did I tell you what happened when we saw her at Pacci?”
She frowns, giving a slight shake of her head.
I tell her about the incident at our table and in the restroom.
“I can’t believe a man as smart as Dom really thought the best way to win the fair maiden was to pretend he was dating the wicked witch.”
“I don’t think men are smart,” I state.
“I agree,” Nina beams. “So, are you going to make Dom pay for the whole Camy thing?’
“You know me so well.”
Nina sighs. “Not in the office.”
“You’re no fun.” I fake pout.
She eyes me suspiciously. “Devon is coming over for a meeting about the Rhodes Hotel in Miami today.”
“He is?” I flutter my eyelashes, trying to look innocent.
“Luna, it’s childish to do that.”
“Maybe, but it’s going to be wonderfully satisfying. Will give him a taste of how dumb it is to try and get attention by having some woman rub her tits all over him.”
Nina shakes her head, though she’s clearly reveling in the moment. “Hell hath no fury….”
I time itcarefully, with Rachel, Nina’s EA’s help, who is more than eager to make Dom pay. Her boyfriend and she just broke up because heemotionallycheated on her, so she wants her pound of flesh.
What the heck is emotional cheating? Ah, this young generation, they have so many words for a man screwing around. I don’t care if it’s emotional or physical, it is what it is, and it’swrongas hell.
Devon comes out of his meeting with Aurora. He’s in his usual beach chic chaos. Linen pants, open-collared shirt with one too many buttons undone, hair that says, ‘I triedbut it was too much, so I immediately gave up.’
“Luna, darlin’.” He finds me in the seating area near the cafeteria, right outside the meeting room where he met with Aurora and the Rhodes Hotel project team.
He slides next to me on the couch. “Are you here because you missed me?”
Devon is a consummate flirt. I adore him. “Like a sunburn,” I reply sweetly.
