Page 10 of Seal the Deal
“He doesn’t even care.” Denise throws her hands in the air. “You can handle him, Amanda. I don’t wanna look at his face anymore. I’m going to check on Andrew.”
Before she leaves, she moves into Nicholas’s personal space, jabbing her finger into his chest. “If you’re very, very lucky I might convince Andrew to come back in here, and if I do, you’re going to be on your best behavior. You will not insult him, you will not hurt his feelings, and god help me if you act like the asshole I know you are, I will personally kick you out of this house. Understood?”
“I’m not scared of you,” Nicholas grumbles.
“If you hurt Andrew you will be,” Denise says, turning and stalking out of the house, her dress shoes clacking on the hardwood floor.
“Dramatic much,” Nicholas says. “What makes this Andrew guy so special?”
Amanda smacks him on the back of the head, yanking his sunglasses off before kicking his ankle so he sits up straighter.
“Pretend you’re not a hungover mess, stop being a fucking asshole and don’t you dare hurt him.”
“What the fuck Amanda? Is this guy a baby or a grown man?”
“He’s a grown man, and he’s incredibly important to me and Denise. I know friendship is something you don’t seem to care about, but he’s our friend, and one of Denise’s favorite people in the entire world. If you hurt him?—”
“Hell will rain down, I’ll have a hoard of angry lesbians on my tail, I’ll never know peace again. Got it.”
“Remind me again why I’m still your agent? Or why I agreed to help you?”
“Because you love me.”
“That is entirely debatable,” Amanda says, lowering herself into the chair beside Nicholas. “This plan of yours is stupid. You know you could just tell your father what you really think of him.”
Nicholas grunts. “I don’t wanna talk about him.”
“You never do. You never want to talk about anything.”
“That’s not true. Last week when we met to discuss my new endorsement deals I talked a lot.”
“You talked about your barber and your shoes.”
“What’s your point?” Nicki asks.
“My point is you don’t ever want to talk about anything real. Look, I know growing up with your parents was probably hard?—”
“I didn’t grow up with them. I grew up with nannies and in boarding school.”
“See? You’re angry.”
“I’m not angry,” Nicholas lies.
“You should be. I would be.”
“You know, you’re very emotional.”
“And you’re an annoying prick.”
“Thank you.”
“I hate you.”
“I pay all your bills.”
“I had to start therapy again.”
“It’s not my fault you have repressed issues.”
