Page 40 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
Ugh.
Why do my sons have to look so much like their dad? They have the same hair colour and dark eyes, and even their chiselled masculine jawlines are the same.
Thankfully, my sons aren’t twats like their father.
What the hell did I ever see in him?
“Why am I here?” I sit quickly, hoping he can see I’m in a hurry.
I’m not. My afternoon is free until three, but being in his presence needs to be limited.
“Hello to you too.” He grins, taking a sip of his wine. “Can’t old friends catch up for lunch?”
Ugh. His royally British accent is cringeworthy.
I roll my eyes. “We were never friends. Cut the crap, Alexander. What do you want?”
The waiter takes that moment to step up to the table. “Would you like a drink?”
“Just another wine.” Alexander respondsforme, and I frown, speaking before the waiter turns to leave.
“I’ll have a top shelf whisky on the rocks. Thanks.” I shoot the waiter a smile, his brows shooting up before a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
Giving me a nod, he turns to leave, and Alexander clears his throat.
“Really? Top shelf?”
“What? It’s not like you can’t afford it, Alex.”
“Lily, how many times do I have to remind you to call meAlexander?” The way his cheeks redden in anger is so satisfying, so I shrug and play dumb.
“Why am I here?” I snap again, and he sighs.
“Tamara said she will leave me if I don’t tell the boys about Melanie.”
I laugh. “And that is my problem, how?”
“Come on, Lil. You know, I’ve been meaning to tell them. It’s just hard. I don’t want to see the hate in their eyes when they know I’ve kept this from them.” He whines like the spoiled mumma’s boy he is.
“That sounds like ayouproblem.”
“Actually, it’s your problem, too. Especially when they find out you knew all this time as well and didn’t tell them.”
“What?” I hiss, leaning forward in my chair. “You fucking prick. I demanded that you tell them when I found out. But nooo, you wanted to wait to find the right fucking time. And now when Tamara gives you an ultimatum, you get scared and try to palm the job off on me?”
“You know how she gets.” He grits out through clenched teeth just as the waiter returns with my drink.
He places it in front of me and turns to leave, but I snatch his wrist, halting him.
When he turns back, I hold up a finger before picking up the glass and downing the whisky in a couple of gulps. Alexander’s eyes widen, and I shoot him daggers as I offer the glass back to the waiter.
“Keep them coming.”
“Of course, Miss.” The waiter grins, dashing off to fetch me another drink.
“Really?” Alex scoffs. “Keep them coming?”
I shrug. “I’m gonna need the whole fucking bottle just to deal with having to look at you, Alex.”
