Page 6 of The Wrong Guy

I shake my head. “No, of course not. I wouldn’t have signed off on something like this.”

“Two, don’t apologize for your dick bag of a husband. He will be sorry for this shit he is pulling soon enough.”

My head rears back like I got slapped. The passion and sincerity in his voice make me squeeze my thighs together a little more to ease the pressure.

“I’m not normally this big of a mess,” I murmur, tears threatening to slide down my cheeks.

I’m such a contradiction.

He picks up his phone and dials something. He waits for a minute before barking out what he wants.

“Stavros Bilias to speak to Sam Russell,” he clips into the phone. I can hear the person on the other side of the phone tell him to wait a minute. It isn’t long before Stavros places the phone back on the desk and presses the speaker button.

“Bilias, what can I do for you?”

Stavros smiles wolfishly, making me melt a little on the inside. I need to get my emotions together before I get committed to a mental hospital. I have never been this boy crazy before, and I would never have thought my brother’s partner at the law firm would be this hot.

“Russell, you’re representing Derek Bancroft, yes?”

A light chuckle comes from the other end of the line. “I think you know the answer to that question. I’m not surprised you’re representing Audrina Bancroft. I hear she’s quite the looker.”

My eyes widen. I can’t believe he brought up my looks! I know I’m not ugly, but I wouldn’t say I’m a movie star.

Stavros places a finger in the air to tell me to hold on. “I’m not here to discuss that. Quite frankly, the ethics board might want to hear about that comment.”

“I’m sure they would. I’m also sure they want to hear about your other clients.”

“Russell, let’s be professional here. I want to schedule a meeting with you and our clients. When are you available?”

I have to see Derek. I have to see Derek after discovering what he has done to me. I have to see him. I’m beginning to panic. I’m starting to choke on anxiety over this whole ordeal.

“Before you say something stupid, you’re going to want to see the evidence I dug up,” Stavros offers.

Russell’s chuckle on the other end of the line makes my blood run cold. What could he have on me? What could Derek have held onto this time to stick me with something?

I pay my bills. I get my taxes done. I have done everything I’m supposed to do. I was an excellent wife to Derek.

“Next Friday at 10 am,” Russell states.

“I’ll see you then.”

Stavros hangs up the phone and looks at me with intent. “Is there anything they could have that I don’t know?”

I shake my head vehemently. “No. I haven’t even got a speeding ticket. I don’t have skeletons in my closet.”

He nods. “From here until this ends, you are not to say anything to Derek or his weasel.”

“Who’s the weasel?”

“Russell.”

Since we don’t have children, avoiding Derek wouldn’t be too hard. I wonder what would happen if I did see him?

“I have no problem not seeing him, but what happens if I do?”

He smiles. The smile is enough to stroke something inside me, and I can’t help but shiver to spread warmth through my body. “If you see him, please let me know immediately.”

Chapter Six

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