Reasonable Doubt: Volume 3 (Reasonable Doubt 3)

“I need to talk to you.” I blurted out. “Now.”

He motioned for me to take a seat, but he continued talking. “Yes. That will work as well.”

I sat and crossed my arms, trying not to stare at him too hard. He was utter perfection today—looking more f**k-able than usual with a fresh hair-cut and a brand new grey suit. His eyes regarded me intensely as usual, and I noticed he was actually wearing the watch I gave him. He’d even paired it with matching cufflinks.

Maybe I’m overreacting after all…

“Right…” He leaned back in his chair and typed a few things onto his keyboard. “I’ll see you at eight o’clock tonight, Sandra. Room 225.”

My stomach dropped.

“Something I can help you with, Miss Everhart?” He hung up the phone. “Is there any reason why you barged into my office without knocking?”

“You’ve f**ked someone else already?”

“Is that a serious question?”

“Did you f**k someone else already? Did you?”

“Would it matter?”

“Yes, it would f**king matter…” My blood boiled as I stood up. “Did you sleep with someone else?”

“Not yet.” He narrowed his eyes at me and stood up too, walking over to me. “However, I really don’t see how that’s any of your concern.”

I looked at his wrist. “Why are you wearing that watch if you don’t feel the same way I do?”

“It’s the only watch that matches my new cufflinks.”

“Are you seriously this blind?” There were tears welling in my eyes. “Are you—”

“I told you a long time ago that I don’t do feelings—that if we ever did f**k, that would be the end of us.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “However, I do realize that by crossing the line with you, personally and professionally, that a percentage of the blame is mine.”

“A percentage?”

“Would you like me to bring in the firm’s accountant? I’m sure he can work out the exact figure.”

“Andrew…” I was on the verge of losing it.

“Since we did break the boundaries, and we were in fact friends before, I’m willing to revert to that arrangement.”

I shook my head as he tilted my chin up and looked into my eyes.

“We can still talk on the phone at night,” he said. “You can tell me about your ballet, your parents, your life…And, to be sensitive to your feelings, I’ll tell you about my life but I’ll leave out my one night stands until you’re completely over whatever the hell you think we had.”

“I told you that I loved you…” The words rushed out of my mouth.

“I told you that you shouldn’t have.”

“You can’t really be this callous and cold of a person, Andrew…”

“What do you want me to say, Aubrey?” His tone changed. “Your pu**y was so magical that it opened my eyes and made me want to change all my ways for you? That I can’t live or breathe without knowing that you’re by my side? Is that what you’re expecting me to say?”

“No.” I tried not to cry. “A simple apology for—”

“Kicking your inquisitive ass out of my apartment?” He was glaring at me. “For trying to prevent you from feeling like you do right now? Fine. I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner.”

I resisted the urge to spit in his face and stepped back. I officially despised him. “You are so not the man I thought you were.”