Gloating to his brother about fucking your client’s wife while about to marry your brother’s ex-fiancée, who you stole. Alistair’s eyes widen as he reads through the none-too-subtle lines his brother is drawing.
“You’re a fucking dick, George. What makes you think I’m not recording this call to play to Miranda?” Alistair growls angrily.
“Because Miranda loves me and believeseverythingI tell her, like the good woman she is,” he adds offhandedly.
My jaw hits the floor at the audacity of this man.How the hell have they come from the same family?
“Guess you got what you wanted then.” Alistair sighs.
“I always do, brother, you know that.” His brother chuckles. “Mum says you’re bringing a date to the wedding.”
Alistair’s hazel eyes land on me. “I am,” he answers through gritted teeth.
“Anyone I would know?” his brother pushes.
“Doubt it.”
“Who is it then? Wanna make sure I haven’t fucked her … yet,” his brother adds, bursting out laughing.
As if I would let that toad of a man fuck me.
Fuck him.
Then I still as a thought comes into my mind.
No. There’s no way in the world the guy Camille was talking about was this guy. Could it be?
“What is it?” Alistair whispers to me.
“Could he be the second Mr. King?” I whisper back to him.
Alistair’s eyes widen, and he mouths the word, ‘fuck.’
“Ali, you there? Or are you crying into your cereal over the prospect of me fucking your date …again,” his brother says, baiting him.
“There’s no way in hell. She would never touch you,” Alistair curses at him.
“Is that a challenge, brother?”
“You’re repulsive. Thinking about trying to fuck someone else at your own wedding,” Alistair spits at his brother.
I’ve heard enough of this conversation—it isn’t going anywhere—so I reach over and press end.
Alistair’s eyes widen as he stares at me in surprise.
“Sorry, I was sick of listening to his bullshit,” I tell him with a shrug.
“Come here,” he says with a smile on his face then he kisses me passionately. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I can assure you, your brother is disgusting. Sorry.”
“He’s horrid,” Ali says sadly.
I can’t imagine what it was like growing up with a sociopath.
“I get now why you don’t want to go to the wedding. Not when he’s going to rub it all in your face.” Alistair doesn’t deserve that. I’m glad Miranda fucked up because she never deserved a man like Alistair. She deserves a man like George.
“I can’t believe he’s already fucking around on her,” Alistair says, shaking his head.