Without Me

Chapter Three: Wesley

She glares, and I can't help but think how sexy she looks with her chest heaving in anger. My therapist would probably have something idiotic to say about that, but in this moment, I couldn't care less.

Last night I thought the booze was adding an unearthly glow to this blonde wisp of a creature, but even now, there's something hauntingly innocent and fragile about her.

She bites her lip as she holds back what I'm sure are angry tears. Her wanting to cry should make me feel something along the lines of regret, but the only thing I can manage to feel is a tightening in my balls and a tingle in my lower spine.

"Well, I hope you have a nice fucking summer Mr. Harrington."

Wait. What?

She storms past me and out the door. At the same time, I hear the front door shut and voices coming from downstairs.

I stand, grabbing a pair of white Calvin Klein's from the end of the bed and pull them on as I make my way toward the staircase.

The guys are back and carrying bags of what I assume must be breakfast. The girl grabs her phone and keys off a table behind the davenport and they watch is rapt fascination as she stomps her Converse covered feet up to them. "Are you guys assholes too, or just assholes by association?"

Liam smiles down at her. "Thankfully, we're only assholes by association." He steps aside to let her pass, but I can't help but piss her, and maybe even Liam, off one more time before she goes. "It was fun gorgeous!"

I say the same thing as I said to Brooke - yes, I remembered her name, I'm not an idiot - after I obviously fucked her. The tension hovers in the air like a living, breathing thing and her spine stiffens.

She turns around slowly. If she's startled by my lack of clothing, she doesn't show it. She glances at the bulge in the front of my boxers, then back up to my face. Those plump, pink lips pull up into a flirtatious smile. "You're right Wes, this has been fun. So much fun, that I hope you get an STD and your dick falls off!"

Ryan chokes on his coffee spitting a mouthful on the floor and Liam holds his hand up to her for a high five, which she ignores before slamming the door so hard it feels like the entire house vibrates.

I feel like we've been left in the destructive wake of hurricane gorgeous, and honestly, I can't wait to feel her wrath again.

Carter looks between the door and me. "When did you make that happen? I thought you brought that brunette home."

I take the last couple steps into the foyer. "It didn't," I mumble as I walk into the kitchen and grab my phone off the charger.

Pulling up my 'favorites list,' I hit send.

"Potts?"

The guys start pulling out boxes and opening them on the counter. I reach over and grab some bacon from a Styrofoam container as I wait for the inevitable sigh on the other end of the line.

"Yes Mr. Harrington?"

"The housekeeper you hired. I need her information."

The suspicion in her voice is almost flattering. "Why?"

"Shouldn't I have the housekeeper's number in case I need anything?"

Potts is one of the only people who doesn't buy my bullshit and right now is no exception. "She should be there right now for you to ask in person, what did you do?"

I glance at Liam who's scowling at me. "Just let her go Wes."

Liam's holier than though attitude is already pissing me off this morning, but I take it out on the phone instead. "It's none of your concern Potts. Just email me her information like I told you," I snap before hitting end call.

***

Me: Emerson, isn't that a boys name?

The three little dots appear at the bottom of the screen, then disappear. I wait a few minutes, and just when I think she's not going to respond, she does.

Gorgeous: I was going to ask who this is, but I'm pretty sure it's the asshole with the sexually transmitted diseases.

A guy never wants to talk about their dick and diseases in the same sentence, but I can't help but smile at this feisty girl.

Me: While your assumption is wrong, I am truly flattered at your interest in my lower anatomy. If you feel the need to do a thorough inspection yourself, just let me know ;)

This time her response is immediate.

Gorgeous: Go away.

Me: I can't. I need a housekeeper.

Gorgeous: Good luck.

I walk upstairs with a shit eating grin on my face and head to my bedroom. I love verbal sparring, and Emerson gives as good as she gets, but even more than sparring, I love to win.

Me: I'll double whatever Potts was paying you.

The three little dots appear and disappear multiple times. I smile and toss my phone on the bed and walk into the attached bathroom. It's one of my favorite rooms in the house. Everything is obsidian; the tiles, the granite vanity, the jacuzzi tub. I reach into the shower and turn it to steaming while I slide my boxers down my thighs and toss them in the hamper. I'm about to step in when the phone dings. I could check it when I'm done, but honestly, I'm just having too much fun. I walk into the bedroom and open my notification, excited to see what the little firecracker will say.

She doesn't disappoint.

Gorgeous: I'll see you tomorrow. Don't be a dick.

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-Bre