Page 62 of My Boss's Sons

“Let me call you a car.” Jack reached for his own phone but I waved him off.

“I can get my own ride.” I looked up as a waiter stopped by our table. “You’re busy anyway.”

“I’m sorry, Jack. There’s something wrong with the ordering system.”

“Don’t move a muscle, Soph. I’ll be right back.” Jack gently rested my wrist on my leg and frowned. “Murder. I’m just going to murder him and then bring him back to do it again.”

I scrolled through my phone and landed on the messages from the guys. I’d taken off the rest of the week and we’d only exchanged a few texts since our awkward last encounter. I wanted to call them and ask them for a ride so I’d be able to see them, but I didn’t think it was a good idea, even drunk.

My next message was from Davis and I decided he’d be a good bet. Instead of texting him, I called. He answered on the second ring. “Hey, Davis!”

“Well, I didn’t expect a call from drunk Sophia tonight.” He laughed. “Where are you? I’m assuming you need a ride?”

“How’d you know I was drunk?”

“You never sound as excited to talk to me as you do when you’re drunk. Now tell me where you are.”

I told him and hung up after he said he was on his way. I waved goodbye to Jack and walked outside to wait on Davis. The night air was warm and thick with the smell of barbeque and beer. Leaning against the wall outside the bar, I closed my eyes and lifted my face to the sky. I got lost in my thoughts and the next thing I knew, Davis was standing in front of me.

“Hey!”

He laughed. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

Once I was in his front seat, I rolled down the window and hung my head out. “Thank you for driving me home, Davis.”

“Why didn’t you call your boyfriends?”

I pulled my head back in and turned to face him. “I don’t think we’re together anymore.”

“Why not?”

Tears filled my eyes and I sighed. “Their father… He’s my boss and he’s evil.”

“Yeah, I can see how that would make things awkward.”

I wiped my eyes but more tears kept falling. “I care about them. I didn’t mean to, but it happened. They’re great. It just isn’t enough. If I tell them about their dad, they’ll hate me. I can’t date them without telling them, though.”

“What did their dad do, Soph?” He rolled my window up as we got on the interstate.

“He has a sex tape of me and his son. He stole it from the security system and threatened me with it. I didn’t know my room had cameras. He’s a pig. He’s blocked me from getting promotions for years and he’s ruined my career. I can’t go back to work there. I have to, though. It’s awful, Davis.”

He was quiet for a few minutes and when he spoke, I had to strain to hear him. “That motherfucker.”

“But the guys aren’t like him. They’re kind and special. I have fun with them. None of it matters, though.” I sniffed. “Is this my karma for not taking you back?”

He snorted. “No, Sophia. This is just shitty luck. You really care about them, don’t you? I don’t think I ever saw you cry about me and you liked me enough to marry me.”

I reached over and patted his shoulder. “I’m sorry. Ididcry about you but I didn’t think you deserved to see it.”

“I didn’t. I’m sorry about the guys, Sophia.”

“Are you really?”

He laughed. “Nope. I’m sorry you’re hurting, though.”

I rested my head against the headrest and closed my eyes. “It just wasn’t meant to be, I guess.”

“How would you feel about me beating the shit out of that boss of yours, though?”

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