“You always side with her.” His harpy whined.
I wondered if their relationship was at its breaking point. I could only hope. I don’t think he’s even happy anymore. I used to tolerate her because he was in love, but for the past six months, he’s been miserable.
“Because you start shit. Damn it,” he snarled at her. “Let’s go now.”
I gave a smirk behind their backs and followed them into the car.
The ride took three hours because the queen had to use the restroom and no rest area was good enough for her.
“Steven, why do you tolerate her shit? Is her cooch that good?”
“Seriously, Emmy.” His frustration seemed higher than normal. The last time I saw him, he wasn’t this frazzled. I hated her so much.
“Seriously, Steven.”
“Emily, she’s my wife, and I don’t want to be like Dad.” So that explained it all. He didn’t want to be a man who left his family for another woman. It wasn’t the same. Steven and the waste of space didn’t have any kids. At least, I hope they weren’t pregnant.
“That’s still not a reason to stay with a woman like her, unless you knocked her up finally…but knowing her she wouldn’t want to ruin her pencil figure. Seriously she looks like a pretty boy, Steven.”
“Claudia’s not pregnant and perhaps I prefer her figure. So please shut it; she’s coming back,” he said nodding his head to the window. Sure enough, she was walking back like she owned the place. I watched her sashay like she was a runway model. Rolled my eyes, I sat back in my seat, ignoring the snarky look she gave me.
“Let’s get home. I’m tired,” she whined to my brother. I wanted to tell her ass that she’s the reason we were dragging to get home, but I saw the frustration in my brother’s eyes.
Once we got to the house, I went up to my old bedroom that seemed to be a lot smaller than it used to be. Throwing my stuff on the bed, I passed out.
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“Simon, what are you doing here?” I said as I sat up in my bed looking at the handsome blonde man. His eyes narrowed into slits as he approached the bed, stalking me.
His face beamed as he answered, “I came to see my woman.”
“Your woman?” I must still be groggy. I looked around the room and it was mine.
“You, baby. Didn’t you know?” He leaned down and sat on the bed next to me.
“We haven’t even spoken to each other.” I couldn’t believe that he was here. It was too surreal, but I felt a sense of euphoria.
“It didn’t stop Cam, and it’s not going to stop me.” I remembered that it sure as hell didn’t stop Cam. He claimed Natalie the first time they spoke to each other.
“Oh, Simon,” I moaned as I wrapped my arms around him and we kissed. His body pressed into my mine, rocking back and forth. “Simon.”
I felt a kick on the bed stirring me awake and the evil shrew was standing above me. “Who’s this Simon guy?”
“None of your business.”
“You need to learn that this is my house and you’re just a mooching relative. Everything is my business.”
“This is my brother’s house, and I won’t be here forever. I’m looking for a job. Once I have it, I hope to never see you again.”
“I can’t wait for the day.”
“What were you doing in here anyway?”
“Your brother ran to get us dinner. He told me to tell you he’ll be back in fifteen.”
“Why don’t you ever call him by his name? You know what?... Never mind. I don’t care about anything you have to say.”
“Whatever.”
The moment her prissy ass left my room, I sent a text to Natalie. I think I might stab this broad. Hope your new family is better.
I’m sorry, Emmy. You know you can always move out here. So far so good. They are fantastic. BTW, watch out for Simon, he had that Cam look when he saw you. Miss you.
I miss you too. Call you tomorrow.
Okay, look forward to it.
Chapter Three
Feeling confused, I walked out of Cam’s office after talking to Natalie about Emmy. I was given the task of picking her up from the airport tomorrow. It was supposed to be a pleasant opportunity, but after what Natalie told me, it might not go the way I want it to. I drove around for hours wondering why I couldn’t shake her from my thoughts. I’d been obsessed to the point of madness. If she weren't already coming over here, I would have flown to Chicago.
I was sitting there down in the dumps, drinking another beer when Cameron came into the room.
“Bro, what’s up?” he asked joining me at the table, concern written all over his face.