Chapter Twenty-Two

Elliot

The hotel is happy to give me a suite on the top floor at the last minute. I’m sure flashing my black AmEx didn’t hurt.

I study the vast space, opulently appointed with thick rugs and plushy chairs in some ornate style. Some fancy European chandeliers hang from the vaulted ceiling with murals. It’s not to my taste—I like my space more modern and hip, but I’m certain it will impress the snake I’m about to confront.

At eight thirty sharp, the lock on the door chirps, and Caroline Wiseman walks in. She’s in a trench coat like before. Underneath she’s probably almost naked. She wears a pair of cherry-colored “fuck me” heels, her red hair artfully disheveled as though she’s just rolled out of bed.

She struts in, her slim hips swinging, then stops short when she realizes it’s me watching her from the armchair. I’m in a black suit with a black shirt for effect, my mouth set in a contemptuous line. The expression isn’t something I can control though.

“Mr. Reed,” she breathes out the words. Her eyes dart back and forth between me and the door, then she pushes her shoulders back, her chin tilting up. “I don’t know what Annabelle told you—”

“Shut up. I didn’t ask Madame G. for you to chat.”

She closes her mouth.

“Come to the middle of the room.”

She does, her steps small. Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips, a gesture more from nerves than an intent to seduce. Or at least I hope it is, since it’s a singularly unsexy tic. Finally she reaches the spot I want and stops.

“On your knees.”

Her throat works once, but she drops to her knees.

I get up slowly, and unbutton my jacket as I approach her. She looks up at me, greed and curiosity in her eyes.

Like this, she’s in the perfect position to suck me off. She’s just tall enough that she wouldn’t have to twist or strain to reach my cock. The notion strikes her too. I can see it in the way her eyes flare.

I deliberately tunnel a hand into her hair. Her lips part. She’s so fucking self-absorbed that she doesn’t seem to notice I’m not hard.

Anger surges within me. I hate her for hurting my wife, and I hate it that I give a damn. I shouldn’t—not after all that shit Paddington dumped on me. Secrets, lies, and all those little inconsistencies that I ignored because I was being stupid…again.

With more force than I intended, I yank Caroline’s head back. She gasps. “If you knew what was good for you, you should’ve kept your mouth shut about my wife.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

I twist my hand in her hair and she cries out. “Lie to me again and see what it gets you.”

Ugly red blotches her face, but she glares up at me. “Try it and see what happens. I’m going to tell Madame you assaulted me.”

“Oh? Are you still going to call this ‘assault’ if I throw a few hundred bucks at you?”

She hesitates.

So predictable. “It’s always about money, isn’t it?”

“If you know, why did you ask? Yeah, I need money, and I’m going to get it any way I can. I told Annabelle what would happen if she ignored me.”

I narrow my eyes. “You tried to blackmail my wife?”

“It’s called bargaining. I never threatened her.”

“Caroline.” I keep my voice deliberately low. “If you needed more money, you should’ve gotten busy sucking more dicks.”

She breathes roughly. “You fucking asshole. It’s only fair that I get something. Without me, she would’ve never met you.”

“Yes, I wonder about that. How did you get her to go into that damn cake?” I give her a long stare. “You weren’t really sick, were you?”

“My parents showed up unexpectedly. They won some kind of sweepstakes trip to L.A. I couldn’t ditch them and work. They don’t know what I do. So I had no choice. Madame G. didn’t have any other girls to sub for me that night.”

I study her face for a sign of deception, but I can’t find anything. Besides, she has no reason to lie about this. “All right. Now listen carefully. This is a courtesy warning. It’s the only one you’re going to get. Next time you interfere with me or my wife, I will fucking ruin you.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Oh yes I can.” I let out a dark chuckle for her benefit even though I feel like breaking a few things right now. “It’ll be easier than stomping on a snail. As a matter of fact, why should I even wait for a next time when I can do it right now?”

A shiver runs through her. She tries to hide it, but I can still feel it through the hand buried in her hair. “I didn’t fuck with you or Annabelle. Jesus. Don’t jump to conclusions.”

“Then how did all that stuff get published? I’m pretty certain it wasn’t my wife who leaked it.”

“Well…I could sell you that information…”

I laugh, the sound ugly and grating even to my own ears. “I’m not playing a game of ‘let’s pay Caroline to see what she knows’.” I tilt her head back further. “If you know, say it. If not, then shut your mouth.”

“It wasn’t me! I swear it!”

I snort, then let go, shoving her away from me. I’ve suffered enough of her toxic presence. “You’ve wasted enough of my time. You have exactly four hours to get the fuck out of the city or else…” I give her my most menacing look.

She sprawls on her ass, but keeps talking. “You can’t hurt me!”

“Just watch. Watch as your life goes down the toilet. A man like me…with power…money…influence…” I give her time to think about it. “…can get away with anything. And you know it better than anyone.” I pull out my phone. “First call will be to Madame G. I do believe you’ll be needing to look for a new job tomorrow…”

Sweat dots the skin above her lips. “It’s this chick.”

This chick. “Is that the best you can do?” I make a big deal of entering my code and swiping the screen.

“Her name’s Annabelle, too.”

I go still.

“This brunette. Really pretty, high maintenance looking.”

Caroline doesn’t have to say more. I already know it’s Annabelle Underhill. Why the hell is she so interested in my wife? She knows I don’t take kindly to people fucking with me. She wanted me to help her divorce Stanton, and I’ve texted her the lawyer’s info. I also made it clear I don’t want to see her or hear from her again.

“She wanted to know about Annabelle—your wife, I mean. I told her it would cost her, and she paid me a thousand bucks. I had no idea she was going to sell it to the tabloids.”

I turn around slowly to face the girl still on the rug. “What did you think she was going to do?”

She shrugs. “None of my business. I just wanted the money.”

Stupid, greedy bitch. I pull out my money clip, peel off a few Benjamins and throw them at her. The crisp bills flutter in the air, then land around her. “Next time somebody asks you about my wife, you call me.” I drop a card with nothing but my assistant’s number in front of her.

She gets on her hands and knees and grabs the money. “Okay.” She’s not even looking at me, her focus one hundred percent on the bills.

Disgusted, I stalk out, take the elevator down and tell the front desk to kick Caroline out. Then I leave the hotel and drive aimlessly. I don’t know where to go. If I were still single, I might hit a club or two and do some really stupid shit. But I’m not, and I don’t want the tabloids to get a picture of me at one of those places and make a big deal about it.

Why not? Who cares if Belle is humiliated? That’s the least she deserves.

As soon as the thought pops in my head, I recoil. I can’t bear to see her unhappy. I don’t know when it happened…but somehow her misery has become mine.

Our marriage is only for a year. I shouldn’t let these complications get to me. Granddad’s portrait is what’s important. So what if she’s not who I thought she was? Now that I know everything, I can make sure she doesn’t screw me over, then quietly get rid of her after the year’s up.

But the spot over my heart burns. I hate myself for letting her in and giving her the opportunity to cut me where it matters the most. And I hate her more for making me feel.

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