Reasonable Doubt: Volume 3 (Reasonable Doubt 3)

I pulled my pants up and zipped the fly. “I no longer feel like f**king you. You can leave.”

“Excuse me?” She sucked in a breath and crossed her arms. “What did you just say?”

“I said that I don’t feel like f**king you.” I spoke slowly. “And that you can leave. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

“You’re going to put me out? Just like that?”

“Would you like me to reserve another room for you?”

“What happened to the man I met online?” She stood up. “Was that all a front? Is this some type of game where you take out women, say sexy things you’ve probably read off the internet, and then make them get naked knowing damn well that you don’t know how to f**k?”

“I definitely know how to f**k.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “I just don’t feel like f**king you.”

“I can’t…I can’t believe…” Her jaw dropped. “You’re a f**king ass**le!”

“Asshole? Yes. Fucking? Unfortunately not. Can you make sure that the door is completely closed on your way out?”

She pulled her dress over her body and picked up her purse. “I’m putting a flag next to your profile on Date-Match. And you know what else? I’m going to leave a review of our encounter, too. I’m going to make sure—”

“Do you normally talk as you get dressed?” I cut her off and took a seat on the bed. “I’m pretty sure it’s something that doesn’t require conversation.”

Fuming, she slipped into her shoes and rushed out of the room—slamming the door behind her.

I waited until I heard the ping of the elevator and lay across the mattress. I tried my best to think of something or someone other than Aubrey, but she was all that came to mind.

What the f**k is happening?

I stared at the ceiling for another hour, unable to take my mind off of how her mouth felt against mine at the office earlier today. Even if it was only for a few seconds.

Needing to get to the bottom of this, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called her.

“Hello?” She answered on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Why did you buy me that watch, Aubrey?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t, but I read the inscription on the back.”

Silence.

“I need to ask you something,” I said.

“Only if I can ask you a few things first…”

“Go ahead.”

“How can you possibly be so adamant about honesty when you haven’t been completely honest with me?”

“I have been completely honest with you.”

“I’m starting to believe that your name isn’t really Andrew Hamilton…”

“So you’re still stalking me and my past online? Do you not have any other hobbies?”

“Who is EH?” Her voice cracked. “Why are those two letters hanging on all your walls? Why are they engraved in all of your cufflinks?”

“Aubrey…”