“What’s wrong?” she asks.
My eyes dart over to see the smirking Dick she’s with, and I refrain from kicking him in the balls.
“We need to talk before you leave,” I tell her, not wanting to make a scene in front of my apartment building.
People are all over, since it’s the heart of the city.
She frowns, but starts to walk toward me, still holding Dick’s hand.
“Alone,” I add, glaring at the bastard who isn’t wearing a wedding band.
Dixon better have a twin named Dick, or this is about to get ugly. But that’s doubtful, since he admitted his name was Dixon.
She follows me, even though I can tell she doesn’t want to, and she starts grilling me the second we’re in the elevator.
“Why are we going back upstairs? I can’t just leave Dick on the curb. What’s your problem?”
“Does Dick have a twin?” I ask, just to be safe.
Her anger fades to confusion. “Not that I’m aware of. Then again, he didn’t know I had a twin until tonight.”
I blow out a breath, and she continues to hound me about what’s going on. I don’t answer, because his wife deserves to know too, and I don’t feel right telling Bora first. It wouldn’t be fair to the woman getting done even dirtier than my sister.
“Damn it, Bo, tell me what’s going on,” Bora snaps, past her patience level as we walk off the elevator and straight to my door.
I still don’t answer as I push open my unlocked door and pull out my phone, letting her trail behind me. The second I shut the door—and lock it—I dial Viv’s number.
I’m glad I got it now, even though I never planned to actually use it.
She answers almost immediately.
“Bo? Is everything okay?”
Obviously she’s suspicious, but I’m sure she’s worried something has happened to Jax.
“Does Dixon have a twin?” I ask her, watching as Bora’s face falls, losing every trace of anger and giving way to dread.
She’s already catching on.
“Um… No. Why the hell are you calling to ask that?”
Taking a deep breath, I watch as Bora sits down, and I hold her gaze as I answer Viv.
“Because he’s dating Bora,” I tell her. Then rush to add, “She didn’t know he was married, and I just found ou
t who she was dating.”
Bora’s eyes water almost immediately, and she draws her legs up to her chest, not giving a damn that she’s in a skirt.
Silence is on the other end of the phone, and Bora is just as quiet.
“I thought you deserved to know. He apparently had no clue I was with you on vacation, because he didn’t seem too scared.”
Viv clears her throat, letting me know she’s still there.
“Because he hasn’t answered my phone calls since I left,” she confesses. She exhales harshly before adding, “I figured he was cheating. Makes sense he’d go after a hotshot business owner like her. He’s an ambitious son of a bitch who only thinks about how much money he can make. He doesn’t care who he shits on or uses along the way. He hasn’t been to the house since I got home.”
“Is Dixon trying to get you to hire him at Pretty Posh?” I ask Bora, watching as she wipes away another tear.