Reasonable Doubt 3(31)

“Yes.” She stepped away from me and kissed his cheek. “Everything is more than okay.”

“Who’s your friend?”

“No one,” she said. “Just some guy who made a donation.”

“Thank you for your donation.” He shook my hand like a woman and turned to Aubrey. “Are you ready to go home?”

“More than ready.” She took his hand and walked away from me without glancing back.





I stood on the balcony of my hotel room, completely confused about what had happened a few hours ago. I was expecting Aubrey to leave with me, to come back to my hotel so we could fuck and catch up.

Unable to stop thinking about it, I sent her an email:

Subject: Your Address.

We need to finish our conversation. Tell me where you live so I can come over and talk.

—Andrew.



Subject: Re: Your Address.

I highly doubt you only want to talk. You just want to fuck.

Nonetheless, I’m pretty sure Brian wouldn’t appreciate you coming over tonight.

—Aubrey.



Subject: Re: Re: Your Address.

He’s more than welcome to watch. He might actually learn something.

—Andrew.



No answer.

She didn’t respond for a long time, and when she finally did, all she sent me was a text:

“Leave me alone, Andrew. Please.”

I couldn’t. I emailed her again.

Subject: Sponsor.

I bought golden level season tickets. One of the benefits is getting a tour from the cast-mate of my choice. It will definitely be you.

—Andrew.



Subject: Re: Sponsor.

Thank you for that pointless information. If you do choose me, we won’t be alone, and I’ll make sure that our tour ends in the exact time allotted.

Now, please leave me alone. I’m out with someone who admires my brain more than my pussy.

You had your chance, you fucked up, and I’m not sure why you’re in New York right now but I really don’t care.

I seriously don’t want to hear from you…Please go away.

—Aubrey



I sighed and scrolled down my contacts. I knew she was simply being difficult, and I wasn’t going to let her get the last word. I pressed call on an old number and held it up to my ear.

“Who is this?” the old voice said over the line.

“I need an address.”

“Who is this?”

“I need an address. Now.”

“Liam?” There was a smile in his voice. “Is that you?”

“It’s Andrew.” I rolled my eyes. “Are you going to help me or not?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” There was a familiar humming sound in the background. “You know, I haven’t heard from you since the last time I saw…” He stopped himself and cleared his throat. “What’s the name?”

“Aubrey Everhart.”

“Do you know what borough?”

“No,” I said. “But the address can’t be more than a few months old. She just moved here.”

He was silent for a little while, tapping and touching buttons.

“Found it,” he said. “7654 Fifth Avenue.”

Five blocks away…

I thought about whether I should wait until morning to stop by, but I was already putting on my coat.

“It was nice hearing from you again, Liam…” the old man’s voice brought me back to the present. “Good to know you’re well and…getting over what happened.”

“I’ll never get over it.” I hung up and headed outside, signaling for the town car driver to open the back door.

“Where to, Mr. Hamilton?” he asked.

“7654 Fifth Avenue.”

“Right away.”

It took less than twenty minutes to get there, and when we arrived I stared at the brownstone for a while. It looked like something I would’ve purchased years ago when I lived here, something far out of budget for a ballerina, so I figured her parents were paying the rent.

Stepping out of the car, I adjusted my coat and walked to her door—knocking five times.

“Coming!” She yelled.

The door swung open, but she wasn’t standing behind it. It was her boyfriend.

“Um…” He looked confused. “Did you leave the pizza in your car or something?”

“I’m not a fucking pizza guy. Where is Aubrey?”

“It depends. Didn’t we just see you at the gala?” He crossed his arms as Aubrey stepped into the doorway. “Who are you?”

“He’s no one, again,” she said, standing on her toes to kiss his lips.

He looked at me with his eyebrow raised as he returned her kiss.

“My cock has been in every inch of her mouth.” I gritted my teeth.

Aubrey gasped, her cheeks turning bright red. “I am so sorry, Brian… Can you give us a moment please?”