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Samantha glanced over my shoulder and swallowed. She hadn’t expected me to come back or be so angry. She wasthrown off. Just like a bully, when someone fought back, she was suddenly weak and pathetic.

“Give me a fucking copy right now or I’ll go straight to the media. You can sue me all you want. I’ll make sureyou’renot the one garnishing my wages, though. I’ll ruin your life on my way out, Samantha, and you’ll be lucky to get a job in a bar when I’m done.”

She jerked open the desk drawer to her right and yanked a file folder out. Thrusting it at me, she glared. “You won’t be able to get out of it.”

I snatched the file and smiled at her. “He’ll never remarry you. You can think what you want, but the way he looks at you and speaks about you shows a disrespect and disgust that can’t be faked. Even if he does take pleasure in fucking you, you’ll never be anything more than a secret tryst he’s embarrassed to own up to. Enjoy it.”

I spun around and marched back out of her office, a surge of adrenaline and anger sending me up to the top floor. I found my way to a copy room and made three copies of the contract before going to the largest office at the end of the hall. It was Drake’s, but I knew through listening to the three of them talk that oftentimes they worked in the same office space.

I sucked in a huge breath and glanced over at Drake’s secretary, thinking she’d want to clear me before I entered the big boss’s office, but she just glanced away quickly and acted like she hadn’t seen me. Shaking my head, I pushed the door open and stepped into Drake’s office for the first time.

The massive luxurious space paled in comparison with the three men sitting around Drake’s desk. The afternoon sun was casting a pretty glow around the room and the guys looked otherworldly. They each lifted their head to look at me and wide smiles stretched across their mouths.

“Hey!” Drake stood up from behind his desk, grinning at me. “This is the best surprise. What are you doing here?”

I put my hand up when they all stood up and moved as if they were going to come my way. I didn’t want them near me. Seeing them was hard enough. I knew that if they touched me, I’d lose it. I took the copies of the contract I’d made and let them flutter to the floor between us. “I can’t quit, according to this paper, but you should each know that I don’t want anything to do with you outside of our planned dates. As a fan of Trio’s baked goods, congratulations on securing your reputations. People love you. It’s great. And all you had to do was sign away the life and future of one stupid bartender. Great job.”

Cole snatched up one of the copies and glanced over it. If I hadn’t been sure before, the way his shoulders sank as he looked back at me confirmed that Samantha hadn’t been lying. “Sit down and talk to us, baby.”

“Go fuck yourself.” I sucked in a sharp breath and balled my hands so tight that my nails dug into my palms. “If it’d been just me you sacrificed for your own good, it still would’ve hurt and I would’ve been angry, but I’m a package deal with Rosie. What you three did is going to directly affect her. For that, I will never forgive you.”

“Just wait a minute, Sonnie. Please, talk to us. It’s not—”

“It’s not what?” I glared at Price. “It’s not true? Look at the contract I was tricked into signing. There’s nothing I want more than to get the fuck away from you three but I can’t. If I leave, I’ll be sued. If I try to fix my image, I’ll be sued. If I say a single bad word about you, I’ll be sued. I am legally bound to you until you’re all done with me and start the next phase of your plan to become the heartbroken dreamboats who were hurt by the evil bartender bitch. Only then will I be allowed to go back to whatever crumbs of my life left over. I thought…

“I thought you three were different, but it doesn’t matter what I thought. It only matters what you did. I didn’t have much before you guys, but I had something. You’ve ruined my life. I have to figure out how to raise Rosie and face her when I explain the choices that left us here. Thank you for that. Thank you for proving I was right to not want to trust you.”

They each made moves to come after me but as I slipped out of their office door, Samantha was slipping in, her face pale. I didn’t want to see them together so I made a run for it.

Before I got too far away, I heard Drake’s deep voice boom out through the office. “What did you do?”

CHAPTER 36

Drake

Samantha tried to make herself look fragile as she stood in front of the three of us. She even lowered her eyes and glanced up at me through her lashes, like that would help her case. “I did what I had to. For you, Drake.”

Cole slammed his fist into my desk. “Bullshit! This contract is disgusting, Samantha. It would never stand in court. Never mind the fact Sonnie seemed fucking shocked by it. Yet, it somehow has her signature. What do you know about that?”

I picked up one of the papers Sonnie had thrown on the floor and scanned it. My stomach immediately soured and I pinched the bridge of my nose. “How did you get her to sign this?”

She kept her eyes on her six-inch heels. “It was Paul’s idea.”

Price sank heavily into my chair and rested his head in his hands. “We should’ve called it off in the beginning when we realized what it would do to her. She’s right to fucking hate us.”

Ignoring Price, I focused on my ex-wife. “How did you get her to sign, Samantha?”

“Paul had someone at the salon ask her to sign a receipt, but it was the contract. It was all his idea! He wanted to make it extra secure so she couldn’t hurt you guys. You just let her in and you didn’t know her. We had to protect you!”

“You’re fired.” I walked behind my desk and pulled out my personal checkbook. “I can pay you a fair severance now and you can leave without making a big deal or we can fight this in court and you can spend whatever money you have left on lawyers, just to lose. With the evidence of you tricking someone into signing a contract going public, I doubt you’ll find much work and for that same reason, I guarantee you the judge wouldn’t require me to pay you a single fucking dime. It’s your choice.”

She met my gaze with large tears in her eyes, but I didn’t believe them. “Please, Drake. You loved me at one point. Think about that.”

“Make up your mind, Samantha. Either way, you’re fired. Should I call security to have you removed?”

“No! Please. Just… Give me the check.” She stood up after I scribbled out an amount and ripped the check out of my book. When she saw the amount I was giving her, her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. “Drake! This isn’t enough!”

I scribbled out another check with five thousand less and snatched the previous check from her before giving her the smaller one. “You’d better hope we can fix this mess with Sonnie. We were never okay with your plan to make her the bad guy. We care about her. We were hoping things would work out and the public would forget about how we’d let them hate her. If you ruined our chance with her, I’ll make sure you never work in this town again. Hell, this state!”

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