Page 61 of Suck This

“I wouldn’t have to be here if someone didn’t keep trying to cheat my people out of the money that they were promised,” Constantine shot back just as coolly.

Amari’s mouth tightened, causing his jaw to clench.

Constantine’s hand tightened on my hip, and suddenly a Dr. Pepper appeared in his hand, and he offered it to me.

“Drink this,” he ordered me.

I took it and then twisted the top off of the twenty-ounce bottle—my favorite kind—and took a drink.

It was liquid awesomeness in my mouth and burned so good.

“Whether or not I give out a work bonus is my decision. I’m sorry that one of your ‘people’ thinks that it’s her due, but sometimes they actually have to work to get incentive pay.” Amari grumbled.

I had a feeling there was more going on here than I knew.

“Thank you,” I said shortly after taking my second sip.

My eyes were bouncing between the two men as they had some sort of silent conversation only men could have, when I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

A car, speeding toward us, with absolutely no regard for all of the pedestrians in the parking lot that were trying to cross.

People were hurrying out of the way, because it was more than apparent whoever was driving didn’t give a shit about anybody but themselves.

They were likely on their damn cell phone, not paying attention to anything but their next text message.

“Go back inside.”

My brows furrowed, and just when I turned to ask why, I found myself not only inside, but through the ‘Personnel Only’ door that was supposed to keep anyone that didn’t work there out of the room.

Just as suddenly as I was brought there, the man that was responsible blinked out.

It was like some weird time warp, and I was at the very center of the craziness.

“You can’t be in here.”

I looked over at Tracy and nodded my head. “I know, but my fiancé brought me here and told me to wait. Point me in the direction you want me to go, and I’ll go.”

Fiancé?

What the fuck, Acadia? Fiancé? You couldn’t come up with anything better than that? There was no way in hell Constantine would go along with that.

“Fiancé?” Tracy asked in stunned surprise. “I wasn’t aware that Constantine was engaged to be married. Congratulations.”

The words were said with such skepticism that I almost laughed—with her, not at her. Because she was right to be skeptical. Constantine didn’t even want to date me anymore, let alone ask me to marry him.

I clearly knew when I wasn’t wanted, and this was one of those times.

But how was one supposed to explain the unexplainable when Constantine wanted his secrets kept?

“Yeah, it happened just a few days ago, actually,” I lied easily. “If you want to show me where to go…”

I left that hanging, hoping she would lead me to the outside since I had no clue which door to actually use seeing as there were four of them, and all of them were plain white metal doors.

“This way,” she said easily. “You can wait in Mr. Worth’s office, and I’ll let him know where I put you in case he doesn’t head there first.”

That was not what I wanted.

I wanted to go back outside, to see what exactly was going on.

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