Hard Bastard(166)
“Are you okay, sir?” the one asked me.
“Fine,” I said, turning away. “Come on,” I said to Alexa, grabbing her again.
“Is he okay?” she asked.
“Fuck him.”
We got into the car and I started the engine. Alexa was staring at me, wide-eyed, obviously shocked by what I had just done. I knew that shit was going to be in the papers tomorrow, or maybe just the tabloids if I was lucky. Maybe even I was going to have some charges pressed against me.
“Why would you do that?” Alexa asked as I pulled out into traffic.
“My mother may be a bitch,” I said, “but only I get to say so.”
She stared at me for a second and then burst out laughing, shaking her head.
I couldn’t help but grin myself, and I laughed along with her.
We sped back toward her dad’s house, moving through the night.
Chapter 7
Alexa
“Hello?” I said, answering the phone on the third ring.
“Hey. It’s me.”
“Hi, Lace. What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” She paused. “Just embarrassed.”
“About the other night?”
“Yeah.”
“I was wondering why you hadn’t called already.”
I rolled over onto my back and looked up at the ceiling of my bedroom. I was happy that Lacey had called me, even though it was still pretty early in the morning, because I’d been dying to tell her all about what had happened with Cole and me on the roof of the banquet hall.
“I’m really sorry about that, Alex. I don’t normally let myself get like that.”
It was true. Despite her confidence, her outgoing nature, Lacey very rarely got too drunk. Sure, she went home with guys from time to time, but that was just because she knew what she wanted and she went for it. She rarely made those decisions based on how much alcohol she’d had to drink.
I envied that about her. She had confidence, something I was lacking sometimes.
“It’s okay,” I said. “You should probably be apologizing to Cole, though.”
“Oh god. Don’t remind me.” I could practically hear her cringing on the other end.
“He threw you over his shoulder and dragged you out of there,” I said, laughing.
“Seriously, Al. I’m going to cry.”
I laughed louder, grinning. I could imagine the look on her face, and although I didn’t want my friend to be upset, it was just too funny.
“Don’t worry about it. He’s definitely not thinking about you right now.”
“Why are you so sure?”
“Something happened.”
Instantly I felt the conversation shift. “Tell me. Now.”
“Well, we went to one of those dinner things with our parents last night, right?”
“How did he look?”
“Good. I mean, really good. That’s not the point.”
“Cole in a tux. Shit, I think I just made myself hard.”
“What?”
“Lady boner. You get it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, he wasn’t into it, and I guess I was pretty bored too. So we snuck out.”
“Snuck out? This is getting good.”
“Hold on. Listen. So, anyway, he takes me out this emergency exit and up a staircase to the roof.”
“How romantic.”
“Yeah, well, he had a bottle of whisky.”
“Where’d he get it?”
“Stole it, I guess.”
She laughed. “Doesn’t surprise me.”
“Why, because he’s an immature moron?”
“No, because he seems to do whatever he wants. It’s an attractive quality in a man, you know.”
“Whatever. There’s nothing attractive about him.”
“Sure, Al. So what did you guys do on the roof, have some deep talk?”
“At first, yeah. I mean, the view was gorgeous, and the weather was perfect. The whisky was gross, but I had some anyway.”
“Sounds like a good time.”
“Lace, he kissed me.”
There was a pause. “Seriously?”
“I mean, yeah, and I kissed him back—for like half a second, but it was a really intense kiss.”
Lacey exploded. She began talking fast, a flurry of emotions pouring out of her. At first she was all, “what are you doing are you stupid he’s your stepbrother,” but that quickly turned into, “he’s also your husband and actually really damn hot so I guess I get it,” and finally she finished with, “I knew it, I knew you would, you dirty girl, did you guys bang? I would hit that in a second, you have to tell me everything.”
It was an emotionally intense ten seconds.
“Are you done?” I cut in.
“Okay, yeah. I just can’t believe you!”