Cocky Roomie_ A Bad Boy Romance Novel(59)

Her mouth is open as she watches me, but I get in without argument.

The argument is waiting for me inside.

The guy from the photo on Drew’s shelf looks up as I walk into his office. It’s a boring ass room. I walk over and pick up the photo on his desk that’s facing him, so I can see it. It’s not of Drew.

“Excuse me! Who’re you?!”

I set the photo down hard. “I’m your wife’s boyfriend.”

Edward Charles gapes at me as he sizes me up and is not happy with what’s standing in front of him. I can see the image of me between Drew’s legs is flashing across his mind. This dude’s best years were in high school.

Not mine. Mine are still coming, now that I met her.

“How old are you?”

“Old enough to know a good thing when I find it. Here.” I throw the manila envelope onto the desk. I stole this from Drew’s room earlier…and I was happy to see this fuckhead’s photo wasn’t on display anymore.

“What’s this?” He opens it and pulls out the divorce papers.

“She’s giving you the house and you’re giving her whatever amount she asked for in return.”

“I made the money in…”

“Listen, you fuck!” I go around the desk and lift him off his chair. “You told her not to work so she could be a mother and then you had your fucking girly-tubes tied without letting her in on it. Fucking her how many years while she’s hoping ONE TIME will produce what she’s been promised. From my face, does it look like I have patience with that kind of betrayal? SO, EDWARD, YOU REALLY WANNA GO THERE WITH ME?”

He blinks and shakes his head. I drop him into his seat and lean in to poke his chest with my fist. “My family goes waaaaaaaaay back here in Georgia. Our ties run deep. This little company you’ve built for yourself? You want your customers to keep coming, right?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Are you an idiot? THE ANSWER IS YES. You want to test me? Because we can do this two ways. You can go crying to whoever you think would help you, and lose everything, or you can sign the divorce papers, give Drew her due, and go about your business with your pretty new lady and her about-to-pop belly.” Rising up, I cross my arms. “That second one sounds like a better option, doesn’t it?”

“If I sign, this is over and you’ll leave us alone?”

“You sign that right now? You’ll never see me again.”

Edward’s hands are shaking as he reaches for the papers and a pen. Glancing from me to them, he signs in all the places highlighted for his signature.

“You’re a fucking moron, you know that?” I mutter.

“What?! Wait, did you put something in there that screws me over and I just signed it?!!”

“No, twat, you’re a moron because you walked away from a woman like Drew. Fucking idiot.” I grab the papers, shoving them in the envelope.

“You’re just a child!” he calls after me with disgust.

I stop at his door and smirk at him. “I’m a man, Edward. Unlike you, you snake. Have a great fuckin’ day.”

Outside, the receptionist is standing at her desk, her eyes on me as I approach. She heard everything.

I slow down, thinking of how to handle this.

I shouldn’t have yelled.

I didn’t want a witness.

“Tell Drew I said, well done,” she whispers, so her boss can’t hear her. I pause to take this in. Off my expression, she explains in the same low volume, “I always loved her. Such a nice person. Didn’t deserve what happened to her.”

I shake the woman’s hand. “What’s your name?”

“Janet.”

“I’ll tell her. Thanks, Janet.”

Heading out into the sunshine with a grin on my face I pull out my phone. Drew answers on the first ring. “Hey, I’m in the middle of something. When are you leaving the job site and coming back here?”

“I’m not at the job site.”

“What? I thought you said —”

“—I’m in Dublin, Georgia.”

“Why are you in…Jake! What did you do?”

I laugh and tell her, “Claimed what’s yours for you baby. And I needed to pave the way for what we talked about last night.”

She pauses in shock. Her voice lowers. “We were in the heat of the moment, Jake. It’s too soon to talk about marriage. And what do you mean, you claimed what’s mine?”

“Your divorce papers are signed. Oh, and Janet says hello.”

“JAKE!!!”

She starts swearing but I hang up on her, laughing to myself as I slide into the driver’s seat, shut the door and blast some Rolling Stones for my ride home singin’ along as best I can.