Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(32)

“Kami!” I screamed, throwing myself at her. “Kill me!”

“Oh God, Evie, what’s the matter, baby? Is Frankie acting crazy again?”

“No,” I whispered, rolling off her and onto her bed. “Well, yes…when isn’t Frankie acting crazy?”

“I don’t like that guy,” Chase muttered, appearing in the doorway holding a decanter of whiskey and two glasses.

He held the decanter up in offering.

“Yes, please,” I whispered.

I gulped it down quickly and held out my glass for a refill that I drank just as quickly. The burn of the whiskey subsided and soothing warmth spread in my stomach. I took a deep breath.

“I walked into Daddy’s office this morning, and I was yelling at Frankie, and then I saw Deuce, and I tripped, and Cox caught me, and—”

“COX!” Kami screamed, sitting up straight. “Cox is here?”

“Who’s Cox?” Chase asked.

“None of your business,” Kami snapped. “Oh my God, Evie, did he ask about me?”

“Um…” I glanced up at Chase. I knew he was aware of Kami’s affairs, just as she was of his, but they didn’t talk about them, at least not to each other. I wasn’t sure how Chase would feel having to hear about it.

He shrugged. “Go right ahead, Eva. I don’t give a shit who she f*cks.”

“OK,” Kami breathed, looking wildly around the room at nothing in particular. “I’m going to get changed, and then we are going straight to the club.”

“Uh, Kami…”

“What?”

“Did you not hear what I just said to you?”

“You said Cox was here.”

I backhanded her bicep. “Bitch! I said Deuce and Cox were here!”

“Who’s Deuce?” Chase asked, taking a sip of whiskey.

“None of your business!” Kami snapped. “Oh my God, Evie, what did you do?”

“Nothing!” I cried, doing a face-plant into my palms. “What was I supposed to do? Frankie was right there! You know—my crazy, overprotective, homicidal boyfriend—Frankie? I had a silent freak-out and left! Now I’m having a loud freak-out because Frankie isn’t here!”

“I don’t like that guy,” Chase muttered.

“Go away,” Kami hissed.

Ignoring her, he sat down on the foot of her bed. Kami gaped at him.

“Seriously, Chase, don’t you have anything better to do?”

He took another sip of whiskey. “Nope. It’s Saturday morning. What the f*ck should I be doing?”

“Your eighteen-year-old assistant?” I said helpfully.

Kami started laughing.

Chase, clearly not bothered by this, shook his head. “She got clingy. Fired her.”

Kami snorted. “She’s eighteen, Chase. What did you expect?”

“To have some f*cking sense and realize it wasn’t going anywhere,” he muttered. “It wasn’t as if she could have forgotten I was married, not with the five million pictures of you that you annoyingly wallpapered my office with. Pictures she saw up close and personal when I was bending her over my desk.”

“Gross!” Kami cried out. “You should have at least moved the pictures!”

“Nah,” he said. “I like to look at you while I’m f*cking other women.”

“Hmm,” Kami said thoughtfully. “I don’t like to look at you ever.”

“Ahh,” he replied. “So that’s why you always have a pillow over your face when I’m f*cking you.”

“Pretty much,” she said cheerfully.

“You guys are so weird,” I informed them.

“You’d be weird, too, if your dad forced you to marry a douchebag.”

Chase raised his glass in the air. “Cheers to that,” he murmured.

Kami rolled to her side and brushed my hair out of my face. “Let’s go shopping,” she said softly. “Retail therapy. It’s on Chase.”

I giggled. “Not exactly hurting for cash, Kam.”

“My cash is legally earned,” Chase stated. “Not a drop of blood on it.”

I glared at him. “You’re a lawyer, Chase. There’s blood all over you.”

“Kinky, Eva,” he murmured silkily. “I like it.”

I wrinkled up my nose. “Maybe you should have a cup of coffee.”

He raised an eyebrow. “If I accept my drinking problem and turn to God, does that mean you’ll finally accept my offer and become my mistress?”

This was exactly why Frankie hated Chase.

“God, Chase, you’re so pathetic. Eva would never f*ck you. Hell, the only reason I f*ck you is because I have to.”

“Eva will f*ck me eventually,” Chase said lazily. “Everyone has their price; I just haven’t found hers yet.”

Any normal person would have found this insulting, but this was Chase, and I was used to it. So I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Chase,” I purred. “You wanna know why you’ll never get this?” I swept my hand down the length of my body.

“Do tell,” Chase said, staring at my chest.