“Must have been good sex if you came back for seconds,” I snap.
“I don’t know how to get you to understand,” he mutters. “She pales in comparison, Paris. I love you, and I hope you can forgive me.”
He buries his face in my hair for a few seconds, places a kiss on my head and then walks out.
I slide into bed and start sobbing.
Chapter Twenty-One
“If I could go back in time I wouldn’t have screwed him,” London says, trying to cheer me up. She’s sitting on my bed with a tub of ice cream, trying to make me eat some.
“I want to hear your side of the story,” I say, sitting up against my pillows.
She winces. “Why torture yourself, sis?”
“Tell me,” I growl.
“Okay, okay. Jeez. I was at a club. I can’t even remember the name of it now. Met Grayson on the dance floor. By the way, I didn’t even know his name. We made out; things got a little hot and heavy so he took me back to his hotel room.” She stops, looking at me to see how I’m taking things. I actually feel like throwing up, each word cutting me like a knife, but I try to keep my face expressionless. “We had sex. We didn’t even talk really. He was hot. I was hot. That was the extent of things. You don’t need to get so upset, Paris. There was nothing there. Just some really good hot sex.” I throw my pillow at her. “Just being honest, babe,” she says, eating a spoon of ice cream.
“I don’t know what to do,” I admit.
“I saw how he looked at you. He’s a man in love. Forgive him. What happened between us is ancient history, not even worth mentioning. Do you know how many men I’ve had similar nights with?” she asks, wiggling a finely arched brow.
I cringe. “Spare me the details, please.”
“You should have seen his face when he walked out of the room. I felt bad for the guy.”
“How would you feel if one of your boyfriends had sex with me?” I ask her.
She considers it. “We could get rich off that, you know.”
“London!” I snap.
“I’m just messing around,” she says, but she sounds like she isn’t. She seriously worries me.
“By the way, I don’t have the money to pay Trevor this month,” I say, referring to her ex-boyfriend that she owes money to.
She looks a little alarmed, but then waves it off. “We’ll figure it out. You know I never thanked you for saving my ass back then. You’re the best big sister in the world, and it’s about time I paid you back for everything you’ve done for me.”
“How about going back in time and not sleeping with my boyfriend,” I mutter under my breath.
“Paris,” she says. “Forget it happened. Move forward. He’s been gone a couple of hours, why don’t you call him?”
“Easier said than done.”
She nods. “Maybe. But you need to keep your eyes on the prize. Grayson is a catch, and if you don’t want him, trust me another woman will.”
My eyes snap to her.
“Not me!” she says, putting her hands up.
I groan and cover my face with my hands. “This is not how today was meant to go.”
“I’m sorry,” she says. “If I hadn’t come, this wouldn’t have happened.”
“The truth would have come out eventually. It’s not your fault. We should go out and get some dinner,” I say, forcing myself to get out of bed. I look at my sister. “You’ve changed.”
“Yeah? So have you. You’re a lot stronger now,” she says, looking at me with pride.
I nod. I didn’t really have a choice.
*****
“Oh, my God, there’s two of them,” Aiden says as London and I walk into work.
“Aiden, London. London, this is my boss,” I say.
“Hello, handsome,” London purrs. I slap her shoulder. “Ouch!”
“Stay away from her. She’s a viper,” I tell Aiden, ignoring London’s gasp of indignation.
Aiden chuckles. “Noted.”
“That being said, this viper needs a job. I know you were looking for someone else, so I was wondering...?” I let my question trail off.
He eyes London. “Is the viper a hard worker?”
Well, that’s a hard question to answer.
“I can become one,” London says, shrugging.
I look at Aiden, who bursts out laughing. “I’ll give you a trial. That’s all I can promise.”
“Thank you,” I tell him, leaning forward against the bar.
He grins. “The two of you might bring in more customers.”
I gasp. “Pervert.”
“Maybe I should get another bouncer, too,” he muses, not paying any attention to me.
“Okay, London, job—check. Now we need to find you a place to live,” I say.
“If you move in with Grayson, I could just live in your apartment,” she says, tapping a manicured finger on her lips. Aiden is suddenly interested in the conversation since gossip is involved.
“Moving in already?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m not moving anywhere,” I say, rolling my eyes at him.
“Where is Grayson, Mr Possessive, anyway?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“In the dog house,” London mock-whispers, dragging her finger across her throat.
“What did he do?” he asks, now scowling. Aww, my boss is a little protective of me it seems.