“Tucker?” I called out before leaning over and reaching for the lamp.
My eyes had to adjust to the brightly filled room. I stood and stretched. I ached in the most delicious ways. Lord, how many orgasms did that man pull out of me?
As I turned, the white envelope caught my eye. It was on the pillow where Tucker had been.
A sense of dread filled my chest, and I had a hard time breathing. My hands shook as I reached for the envelope, opened it, and read Tucker’s note.
*
Charleston,
Do you regret it?
Tucker
*
Everything stopped and my panic morphed into pure anger. I stared at the note before standing and letting out a scream. “You asshole!” I shouted as I ripped it in two and threw it. I hated Tucker Middleton.
Hated. Him.
“YOU LOOK LIKE shit.”
I lifted my eyes to look at Nash. “Thanks a lot, dude.”
He held up his hand. “Speaking the truth.”
With a long sigh, I dropped down on the stool next to him. “I fucked up.”
“With?”
“Charlie.”
His eyes widened. “Charlie? As in, Charlie Monroe? The woman who nearly destroyed you seven years ago? The woman you vowed to never let into your heart ever again? That Charlie?”
I nodded. “That would be the one.”
He laughed. “Don’t tell me you fucked her.”
There was no reason to even speak; he saw it on my face.
“Dude! Fucking hell, why didn’t you call me? I would have cock-blocked you. Don’t you remember the months of endless drinking after she walked out on you? The vow you made me take to stop you if you were ever tempted?”
“I remember.”
“Then why? Why would you do that? No woman’s pussy is worth that kind of heartache.”
Glaring at him, I said, “Don’t talk about her that way.”
Nash rolled his eyes. “Christ. What happened?”
I glanced around the bar then motioned for him to follow me back to my office.
Once I shut the door, I told him everything. How I had listened to Charlie telling Terri about her plan to seduce me and try to get me to marry her so she could keep her position at the damn company her father left her in charge of. How I’d come up with my own plan to let her attempt to seduce me and change the playing field. And worst of all, how I fucked her and then left her a note asking her if she regretted it.
“Dude. Damn, that was sort of harsh.”
“Harsh? She’s fucking planning on trying to trick me into marrying her!”