Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 136025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
“I trust you,” he says confidently. “Your lip?”
“Fight with Charlie. It’s nothing.”
He winces. “I wish you two would just—”
“So does everyone,” Maximoff cuts him off, and he stares at one spot on the floor. Breathing through his nose, pale. We’re encroaching 98% close to puking here.
I put a hand on his back. Guiding him up. When he stands, he’s more in control. “I’ll be back,” he says, dropping the phone. He leaves for the bathroom.
Just as I reach for the phone, Lo says, “Farrow?”
Either he knows I’ve been here or it’s a shot in the dark. Whatever the case, I decide to answer. Let’s see what he has to say.
I flip the camera towards my face, and I take a seat, elbows to my knees. Hunched forward. Casual. I fix my earring that keeps loosening.
His amber eyes dagger me, but I didn’t expect anything softer. “Maximoff isn’t in earshot?”
“Right,” I say.
“I need to know something.” He’s walking around, chatter and voices echoing throughout the lake house, and then he slips into a bathroom. Quiet, more private, and he asks me, “How long have you wanted to be with him?”
I take out my earring to adjust the backing. “Since I realized he wanted to be with me and not just sleep with me.”
He takes a seat on the edge of a tub. “When was that? Before or after you were hired to security?”
“Way after, Lo.” I fit my earring back in. “Around the time I became his bodyguard.”
His brows cinch. “But you knew he liked you before that?”
I pop my gum. “Back on Lily’s detail, sometimes I could tell he was attracted to me, but I knew he wouldn’t act on it.”
“You weren’t attracted to him then?” he asks, voice edged.
I look away and comb a hand through my hair. “You’re asking hard shit.”
“How is that hard?” he snaps.
“Because he’s…” I roll my eyes and say clearly, “He’s your son.”
Lo drills an iced glare. “He was my son before you slept with him, too. But that didn’t stop you from talking to me then.”
I rub my bottom lip. “Okay, but I don’t want you to revisit all the conversations we’ve ever had in the past and think that I was standing there pining after your son. I wasn’t.”
Lo clenches his jaw. “I want to believe you, but I’m finding it difficult trusting you for some strange reason. Oh wait, I remember why.” He flashes a dry half-smile.
“How about we start over?” I ask.
Lo is petty, and I’m not surprised when he says, “Maybe, maybe not.” He waves me to continue. “You never answered me.” About being attracted to Maximoff…
I chew my gum slowly. “I wasn’t always single, Lo. Did I care about Maximoff? Yeah. Was I attracted to Maximoff, three, four years ago? Yeah, but I can be attracted to men and never date them or fuck them. Shit, I wouldn’t even call us friends. We were barely acquaintances back then.” I shake my head in thought. “He was young, and I was doing my own thing.”
Lo contemplates my words with a paternal glare that’s never been directed at me. I glance at the door. I want to check on my boyfriend, but I can’t hang up on his dad.
“You broke Lily’s heart,” he says, which means that I broke his too.
I swallow a rock. “I know.” She made me promise to keep Maximoff safe, and I know she’s blaming herself, believing that I slept with him instead of protecting him, and she trusted me. “I’m sorry.” I eye the door again, and I stand and grab a water from the mini-fridge.
I wait.
Lo watches me.
“Anything else?”
“No.” He hangs up at that, and I roll my eyes again. Out of this room fast. All the girls are in a giggling fit on the floor. Pointing at the ceiling.
Oscar nods to me, then the bathroom. “Boyfriend is—”
“I know.” I enter the small bathroom and find Maximoff sitting against the wall, near the toilet. His forearms on his bent knees. Skin more flushed. Looking better.
“Hey,” he says. “Sorry about that.”
“No problem.” I hand him the water bottle, then I take a seat in front of him, my knees bent just like his.
In the quiet, our gazes unearth each other. Air strengthens to where breath feels like iron and fire, and I slide my arm over his arm.
His chest rises. “What was it like the first time you got high?”
“First time I got high,” I say, starting to smile, “I bought a joint, watched Wizard of Oz alone and passed out.”
His lips lift like he bested me. “I have you beat on the better story.”
Fuck, I can’t stop looking at him. “It’s a better story because we’re both in it.”
He laughs once. “Pretty sure my face in a toilet put it over the top.” He chugs water and then his arm clasps my arm in a tighter grip.