Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
I lined up my next shot. Camden chuckled softly behind me. Yeah, I was going to miss it. We both knew it.
“I don’t think you understand how geometry works,” Camden said when I whiffed the ball.
“Fuck,” I grumbled.
Camden smirked at me as he took his own pool stick and effortlessly made his next three shots without looking up. It really was pointless to play with him.
“Did I ever tell you that I found out who had leaked that image of you with Jane?” Camden asked as he nailed the next shot. He glanced up at me. His face was surprisingly indifferent, but I could see something else simmering underneath there. That darkness that lurked just beneath the surface.
“No, you never mentioned that. How did you even find that out?”
He shrugged. “I have sources.”
“Well?”
“Do you know Margery Wells?”
“No.”
“I think you do.”
I stilled. “Is that… English’s old boss?”
“Indeed.”
“What a bitch!” I gasped out. “She got ahold of pictures of me and released them just to fuck with English.”
“Actually, I believe that she had you followed.”
“Jesus Christ. How did you find any of this out?”
Camden shrugged once more and then pocketed another ball. “Like I said, sources.”
I’d never get a straight answer out of him. Camden was a powerful man, who ran one of the largest hotel companies in the world. He was not easily discouraged from getting what he wanted.
“Also, no one fucks with me or my own,” Camden said, lethally quiet as he easily won the game, pocketing the final ball. He straightened and smirked at me in his victory.
But I just put my hand to my chest. “Aw, I’m touched.”
“Fuck off, Kensington,” Camden ground out.
I laughed and stepped forward to pull the balls out of the holes and rerack for another game. I was going to lose. But at least I was losing to a friend.
I finished the rack and stepped back. “Winner breaks.”
It was then that Katherine Van Pelt stepped into the room, looking like a hundred pounds of femme fatale. She wore a slinky red dress and matching cherry-red lipstick. Her hair was down in waves, and she wore black fuck-me heels. I’d never go for Katherine. With the feud between my brother and my best friend, I’d have to be an idiot, but I wasn’t blind.
I whistled at her as she strutted inside. “Going out?”
She dramatically rolled her eyes. “Yes,” she said curtly. “Big plans.”
Camden’s expression was neutral. No one should be able to look at her in that dress and be neutral. Let alone her husband. Who I was certain wanted to at least bang her.
“Do you have a reason for interrupting us?” Camden asked. He leaned back against the pool table, crossed one ankle over the other, and brought the joint to his mouth.
She pursed her lips. “As if you’re so busy.”
“We just finished a game,” I cut in before they could go at each other’s throats.
“The game never finishes,” Camden quipped. More directed at Katherine than anything to do with billiards.
“I’m well aware,” she said dryly. “I’m here for the idiot Kensington actually. I heard you in here. I assume you don’t read celebrity gossip or else you wouldn’t be doing this bullshit.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Celebrity gossip?”
“Do you want English to get back together with her husband?” Katherine asked pointedly. “He’s hot as fuck after all. A movie star. The latest Jason Bourne. He has a mansion in LA with a swimming pool the size of your penthouse. He doesn’t match your net worth, but well, he’s earned his money.”
“What do you mean, she’s getting back with Josh?”
I was suddenly very attentive. I’d spent the last ten days trying to give her the space that she needed. There was no fucking way that she had forgiven Josh in that time. It wasn’t even fucking possible. The last time he’d been in town, she’d throat-punched him and sent him on his merry way.
“I mean, this.”
She pulled out her cell phone and passed it to me. On the screen was a picture of English and Josh hugging. She had her arms wrapped around his neck. Her face was pressed tight into his shoulder, and he held her close. Like they had always been just like this.
The article read:
Reconciled? Josh Hutch Reunites with Wife at The Beverly Hills Hotel.
After a messy breakup, talks of divorce, and dating rumors, our latest Jason Bourne is caught with wife out at Universal’s party with Director…
I stopped reading.
“What the fuck is this trash?” I demanded, tossing the phone back to her.
“It looks like someone went home and decided to get back with her husband. While you’re dicking around here, playing pool and getting high.”
“She is not getting back together with Josh.”
“Are you sure?”
“What the fuck?” I repeated with a shake of my head. “She wouldn’t. Not after what he did.”
“Are you sure?” Katherine repeated.