I took a deep breath and centered myself before my anger got the best of me on national television.
"There is no scandal here. Just two individuals with powerful influences enjoying lunch and each other's company. The only scandal here is the fact that the photo was illegally apprehended, and that was after we chased down the man hiding like a coward in the bushes and deleted the photos from his camera. This man, this paparazzi who hid like an animal to forward his career, is the real scandal of this photo. And pretty soon, you will know his name because if he's not fired in the next hour, I will buy out his place of employment just so I can fire him."
Tony was biting back his laughter as all the press sitting on my lawn whipped up their heads in shock.
"The lives of the rich and influential are not yours to gawk over. I'm sure some media outlet will attempt to spin this as a scandal, so you heard it here first. There is none. Just a kiss, a beautiful woman, a man who enjoyed her company, and bellies full of a fabulous lunch that can be found at The Soufflé Salon. Thank you for your time, and there will be no questions taken."
I stepped off the podium as pictures flashed and people called out with their questions. I stepped back into my home as Tony rallied all of them off my property, and I watched the news while impromptu workers broke down the press conference set up. I smiled when I saw the paparazzi guy's face flash up on the screen. Fired within twenty minutes of me giving my statement.
Good fucking riddance to that asshole.
The Soufflé Salon was giving their official statement on the situation as I closed my eyes. I allowed the sting of the bourbon to slowly burn down my throat as I thought back to Emma and Sarah. I hoped she would appreciate my statement. I hoped it would somehow rehabilitate her image from those who were determined to tear her down. I hoped it would provide an outlet for her to make a statement that would pull her reputation out of the dumpster I still didn't understand. I didn't know why social media was chewing her up and spitting her out the way they were, but I hoped I could help.
If only just a little.
I twirled my phone in my hand, the screen lighting up with Emma's number. I wanted to call her. I wanted to beg for her forgiveness. I wanted to tell her that it was all my idea. Take the blame for keeping this from her before Sarah told her the truth.
But that was what got us into this shit in the first place.
We hadn't been honest with Emma, and we needed to be honest with her now.
I pressed the dial button and held the phone to my ear. It didn't shock me when it went automatically to her voicemail, but I left her a message I hope would prompt her to call me.
A message I hoped would tap into that sisterly part of her that had been ignited Wednesday night.
"I have no words other than I'm sorry. Sarah and I panicked when we found out her best friend and my sister were the same person. All we wanted to do was enjoy one another while enjoying you as well. Sarah thought you would be upset, and I thought you wouldn't want to meet up with me anymore. I'm sorry, Emma. I really, truly am."
I hung up the phone and set it beside me while the last of the equipment drove off down the road. My Dallas home was no longer a secret. My sister was no longer taking my phone calls. The woman I'd sought stress relief and solace in wanted nothing to do with me.
The three things that rooted me to this city were gone, and I felt the prices of the building flee my mind as I continued to sip on the amber liquid in my hand.
No point in staying in Dallas now.
Chapter 27
Sarah
"Emma. Open up!"
I'd called Emma several times throughout the day to no avail. She wouldn't answer my text messages, she wouldn't take my calls, and she probably wasn't listening to the voice messages I was leaving. I wasn't going to bed tonight until we talked, even if that meant I had to stand here banging all night on her townhome door.
"I know you're here! Your car's out front."
"Go away," she said.
"Not a chance. You're my best friend, and you're hurt and it's because of me. Now, open up so we can talk."
Finally, I heard the lock on her door being thrown. The knob turned, and I placed my hand on the door, slowly pushing it open as I saw her walking away from me. I stepped in and shut the door, paying very close attention to my surroundings. The last time Emma and I fought anywhere remotely close to this, she swung a frying pan at me.
At least she knew how to protect herself.
"All the kitchenware put up?" I asked.
"Get in here and talk or leave," she said.
"Emma, I'm so sorry you had to find out this way," I said. "I never meant for you to find out like this."
"I don't think you ever meant for me to find out, period," she said.
"Has Mason been trying to call you?"
"Yep."
"Have you taken his calls?"
"Nope."
"You should. This was all my idea. He just went along with things," I said.
"Mason isn't the type of person to just go along with things."
"Yeah, well. I'm breaking the mold with him," I said.
"Oh, how quaint."
Emma sat down on the couch, and I sat down beside her. She was staring out the window into her backyard, trying to keep her gaze off me. Her arms were folded around her chest, and her eyes were red. She'd been crying because of me, and I felt like shit for it.
"Out of all the things you've done, this was shady, Sarah."
"I know. And I'm sorry. I swear to you, when this first started, I had no fucking clue he was your brother."
"So, you guys were fucking before the dinner."
"Yes," I said.
"When did you find out Mason was my brother?" she asked.
"The week before last. A few days after you told me he blew you off. It literally was something we stumbled into. We were trying to make up, and he kept calling and-"
"Make up? So, this was around the time you told me shit was broken off between you two?"
"Yes," I said. "I told you things were broken off, he kept calling incessantly, I finally picked up the phone and I agreed to lunch. That's when we found out, and I walked away again. I swear to you," I said.
"So, how did you go from walking away to hiding the fact that you were fucking my brother?" she asked.
"He was persistent, I guess. Came to my dressing room, there was this whole thing with my boss, we talked … "
"Did you actually talk?" she asked.
"We did, yes. He proposed an idea to just be fuck buddies, essentially. No strings. Just good food, some attention, some other things."
"Sex. I'm a big girl, Sarah. Sex. And you agreed," she said.
"Yes, and then I was the one to lay down the conditions. That we couldn't tell you because you wouldn't approve. He actually tried to talk me out of that. Didn't think I'd be able to do it because of our relationship."
"Looks like we both learned something new about you," she said.
"Emma, this was never to hurt you."
"I guess my brother lays down some decent cock. I've never known you to keep anything from me, Sarah. Ever. What the fuck's wrong with you?'
"Wrong with me? Emma, you didn't even want me dating."
"And you agreed with me!" she exclaimed.
"To get you to shut up about it, yes, but I enjoyed Mason right from the get-go. Not telling you was less about him being your brother and more about the fact that you'd be pissed I was seeing someone."
"Yes, because you choose the shittiest men," she said.
"Is your brother a shitty man?" I asked.
"He's making up for it, but in the past, yes."
"Emma, you didn't even want me seeing anyone because of how it would backfire. How was I supposed to tell you the guy I was fuck buddies with was your brother?" I asked.
"Well, it did backfire. You see your social media feed? They're eating you alive," I said.
"Not since Mason's press conference. They've toned down a bit," I said.
"Press conference?" she asked.
"Yeah, he gave a whole thing or whatever. That's not the point. The point is, I fucked up. Not Mason. I was the one who laid down the condition, he double-checked if it was something I wanted to do, and I confirmed. If anything, you should take his calls. He was just going along for the ride," I said.
"It's shady of you to lie like this. I-we've known each other for years, Sarah. I cried over that fucker for months because he kept blowing me off, and you're blowing him?"
"Watch it," I said. "Even best friends have lines."
"Do best friends fuck their friend's brothers?" she asked.
"Sometimes, yes," I said, grinning.
"Seriously? You're cracking jokes right now?"