Page 41 of One More Night
“Yes.” She shrugs out of my hold and faces her brother. “I first saw Jordan at your eighteenth, so how about you tell me why it is you kept in touch with him all these years if he’s so much trouble.”
“To keep an eye on him,” Chase offers.
“Insurance,” I explain. “He doesn’t trust me.”
“I shouldn’t.”
Can’t argue that one.
Corinne’s head swivels as she follows our banter, trying to keep up. “Explain, boys. Now.”
“Not until you tell me why this fucking snake is in your apartment, and you’re in his clothes,” Chase counters.
“Because we’re fucking.” She folds her arms, chin high.
I could lick her cunt until she came as reward for that. Baby is proud. Baby wants to stay in this relationship.
I’ve already won.
“You’re what?” Chase shakes his head slowly as though to clear the visual, probably sizing up whether he’ll rip into Corinne or deck me.
Neither option is going to fly.
“What the hell has he told you?” Chase asks, face screwed up with disgust.
“That he made his money in technology,” Corinne says defiantly. “Which I assume is the truth considering Ted hired him to investigate how one of our clients sites was hacked.”
Chase sighs, head dropping as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
I consider punching him first before he says something I’d rather he didn’t.
“He’s the guy you got fired for?”
Like that.
“How the hell do you know that?” Corinne exclaims.
“Sarah.” He levels her with a hard stare. “She called me in a right state after you hung up on her. You should say thank you, when you call her back, because she obviously decided for your sake to omit who it was you were sacked over.”
“Why are you here, then?”
“Because you won’t answer your phone, and because she wanted me to check you were okay.” He shoots one hell of a hate-filled stare my way. “Which obviously, you’re not.”
“She’s fine, Chase.” I take a step forward. “Be even better if you left.”
He leans around me to talk to Corinne still. “He’s a hacker. Did you know that? Ever wonder how he knows so much about internet security?”
“Shut up,” I warn. “Stop talking before you say something really fucking stupid.”
“What?” Corinne backs toward a seat while her brother and I face off.
“Like what, Jordan?” The asshole decides it’d be wise to bump chests. “Like how if it wasn’t for me you’d be in prison already?”
“Last warning, pal. You’re only standing because I respect your sister.”
He laughs. Fucking laughs, and then shunts me in the shoulder. “Enough to tell her truth, huh?”
He doesn’t get another word in before my fist hits his face.