Chapter 65

“He is with that model,” I tell her. “She is his wife. But what makes you think that I slept with him?”

“This is a conversation requiring margaritas, Grace?” Olivia rises, and Grace rises too. “Alcohol is at my place.” she chimes, going out the door. Grace follows behind her, obviously you help carry the alcohol to us. Upon hearing the door open, Layla runs after Olivia and Grace, and I let her.

My gaze veers from the open door to Emelia who nods. “Can you tell I had sex?”

“You didn't just have sex sweetheart, you have sex with men and women countless times but not once have you looked like this.”

“Like what?” I ask, but it comes out as a whisper.

Emelia bites her lip, “Hmm, like you're floating on air. You're glowing harder than a pregnant woman.”

“I hate your brother Em.”

“Why? I mean, I know why but what happened last night that has him this pissed?”

“You're going to need those margaritas to hear this.” I sigh, watching her eyes widen with