The door closed again, and Lexi smiled until she heard the faint click of high heels on the hardwood floors. High heels. Huh. Lexi sat up, listening harder to try to make out what was going on in the living room.
Then, she heard what she had been dreading. That voice.
“Jack, please…”
Oh, f**k no!
Lexi swung her legs out of bed, and she pulled on a pair of Jack’s boxers and one of his T-shirts. She thew her hair into a high ponytail and walked down the hallway as if she were oblivious to what was going on.
“Jack!” Lexi called. “Is someone here?”
She crossed the threshold into the living room where she saw Bekah standing next to the couch with the coffee table between her and Jack.
“Oh, hey, Bekah,” Lexi said with a smirk that spoke volumes.
“What is she doing here?” Bekah snapped, her eyes shifting to Jack.
“She’s here with me,” Jack told her, leveling her with a serious gaze. “She’s with me.”
“She’s with you?”
“Yeah,” Lexi said evenly.
“I bet Ramsey would be very interested to know that you’re here,” Bekah said, turning up her nose snootily.
Bekah thought that she had Lexi then. It actually made Lexi smile.
“He already knows,” Lexi said defiantly. “And seeing as I broke up with him…it’s really none of your business.”
Bekah had the decency to look surprised. Lexi had actually surprised the Bitch who seemed to know everything. It was a gratifying experience.
“You weren’t good enough for my brother,” Bekah said, gloating.
Lexi glared at her. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“Visiting my husband, you whore.”
Bekah’s eyes roamed Lexi’s body, clad completely in Jack’s clothing, like she was some two-cent slut Jack had picked up on the street. Lexi stood there, letting Bekah assess her, without so much as flinching.
She knew that Jack and Bekah had been legally separated for nine months, and as long as they weren’t living together, they could date whoever they wanted in that time. Lexi knew the law. There was absolutely nothing Bekah could do about it unless it had been happening before Bekah filed for divorce, but it hadn’t.
“Bekah, you’re divorcing me. I really don’t think that’s necessary,” Jack cut in right away.
“You know what?” Lexi said, stepping forward. “You remember the time I saw you after the temporary hearing? I really meant it when I said that none of this was your business. I still mean it.”
“Well, he’s still my husband,” Bekah said with a sadistic smile. “And we were having a conversation. So, you can just run along now.” Bekah actually rolled her eyes and flitted her hand at Lexi like she was a fly that needed to be shooed away.
Lexi took a deep breath before surging forward, ready to claw the Bitch’s face off, but she was cut short when Jack spoke up.
“The answer is no,” he said. “I don’t know what made you change your mind, but I don’t want us to try to work it out. Maybe nine months ago when you first gave me the papers. Maybe. Even then, I don’t know.”
Lexi stared with her mouth slack. Bekah had come here…to try to win him back. What the f**k? What would possess her to do that after nine months into a divorce with only a week before the whole damn thing became official? Bekah had worked her ass off to make sure that Jack was seen as the supposed cheater that he was, going as far as pressuring him out of her own company. Why would she try to get him to come back? What possessed that crazy woman?
“It’s Lexi,” Jack said. He took a step toward Lexi, found her hand, and laced their fingers together. “She’s what I want.”
“You don’t think that it’s disgusting she broke up with my brother and decided to jump into bed with you?”
“No,” Jack said flatly.
“Oh, that’s perfect,” Bekah said, taking a step back. “You’re both perfect sloppy seconds. Not good enough for anyone else but another lying, cheating scumbag.”
“Bekah,” Jack warned, his eyes fiery.
She raised her hand and stopped him. “Oh, please…save it for court. You’ll need all the help you can get.”
“You should get the hell out of my place,” Jack said, raising his voice and pointing his free hand at the door. “Right now.”
“Allow me to leave you to your adulterous ways,” she said, throwing her hands up and backing out.
Bekah turned to say something to Lexi, but Jack cut in front of her line of vision.
“Don’t you dare say one more word to her. She’s too good for your bullshit, Bekah,” Jack growled. “Now, get out.”
Bekah opened her mouth to say something else, something likely villainous, but Jack snapped his fingers in front of her face.
He repeated himself, “Out! Get the f**k out!”
And Bekah did the unthinkable. She actually turned and walked out of Jack’s apartment without saying another word. Lexi wasn’t too sure if that was for the better with the way her devilish mind worked, but she was just glad to have Bekah gone. Jack had told her to leave…and she had.
Lexi was still reeling from the outburst when Jack scooped her up in his arms and started to carry her back into the bedroom.
“Wha—”
“I don’t want you to think about what she said for one second,” he whispered, walking into the bedroom and tossing her back onto the bed.
“I’m not worried about her, Jack.”
“I know you’re not, Lex,” he said, crawling across the bed to her and brushing aside the hair that had fallen out of her messy ponytail.
“How can you even imagine that I could be thinking about anything else but you telling her that I’m what you want?”
Jack’s smirk returned with full force, and he kissed her lips until she had to pull back breathlessly.
“You’re all I want,” he whispered, his mouth touching her lips. “You’re all I want,” he repeated. His lips dropped onto the corner of her mouth.
He repeated the phrase each time he kissed her cheek, her nose, her eyelashes, each temple, her earlobe until she was smiling from ear to ear, lost in the words echoing through her mind.
You’re all I want.
She was all he wanted.