athlete. You travel about nine months out of the year. You’re one of New York’s most eligible bachelors linked to many women. So please pardon me if I’m a bit concerned about my little sister.”
Landon tossed his hands in the air. “Fair enough. But what the media says about me might be misconstrued. I’m a single man, but I’m not a womanizer. The last person I was linked with was your sister, and I’m sure she would say I was the perfect gentleman.”
“Right. It was nice meeting you, Landon.” Loren stepped away but remained close enough to hear our conversation.
“I’m sorry. She’s overprotective.”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s nice to know you have someone watching over you.” I smiled. If he only knew how much Loren had protected me. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
When Landon was out of the kitchen, I marched over to Loren, Pulling on her elbow, I brought her away from the other servants and into the corner. “How do you know Landon?”
“Oh, sweetie. I always have my eyes on you.”
“Lo!”
“Well, Gus told me he took you out, so I’ve been keeping an eye on him. We were worried about you since you and Peyton split. And since you didn’t tell me about the date, I figured I wouldn’t say anything.”
“It wasn’t a date.”
“Baby girl, he seemed smitten when he came over here to say goodbye.”
“I know. And I want to feel the same way, but my head is still clouded with all the Peyton crap.”
Loren patted her hand on my shoulder. “You need to take it one day at time.”
Most of the guests had cleared out when I made my way through the house to pick up empty glasses and clear out any garbage. I had made a full lap without seeing Devon or Haas when strong arms dug into my upper arm, tugging me towards a door. I didn’t need to look at the person to know who it was.
My body knew.
My skin burned, my chest ached, and deep down in my soul I wanted to punch him in the balls for approaching me yet again.
Shoving me toward the wine cellar, he slammed the door behind him. “We need to talk,” Haas spoke through gritted teeth.
“Ugh! Seriously, this is like a soap opera. No. We. Don’t. I have nothing to say to you.” I moved to leave, but he stepped in front of me.
“I need to explain what happened.”
“You know what? You’re right, I do need an explanation. I need to know why you fucked me just a month ago and now you’re engaged to that wench. You are an engaged man, Haas. This isn’t appropriate and I doubt your fiancée would approve of you being locked away in a tight room with someone you used to fuck.” I chuckled. “ Recently fucked.”
“Is that all I was to you? Someone you fucked?” Haas took another step closer.
“Don’t put words in my mouth, buddy. You’re the one who said you’d had your fill.” I stepped back with my hands in the air. “You’re the one who’s getting married.”
“It’s complicated.” He ran his hands through his hair.
“So I’ve heard. But it still doesn’t change the fact that your wife-to-be is in the next room.”
“I didn’t ask her to ma—”
“I. Don’t. Care. I don’t care whether you got down on one knee and decorated a whole bathroom with roses and candles for her or if you had it written across the goddamn sky. I don’t give two flying fucks, Haas.” My eyes began to glass over.
“Lynn . . .”
He closed the space between us. The strong attitude and stance I had was slowly leaving my body. I wanted to cry, beg and scream at him to stay with me, but I wouldn’t. He didn’t deserve my hurt. Not anymore.
“I miss you,” he whispered into my ear. I held my breath, avoiding his masculine scent that was now just a memory in my head.
“She’s wearing my ring,” I said, my voice trembling.
“I had no choice.”
“Fuck you. You’re a coward!”
“I need to see you.”
“Are you fucking insane?” I pulled away from him. “You’re getting married. I don’t want to be your side
Landon tossed his hands in the air. “Fair enough. But what the media says about me might be misconstrued. I’m a single man, but I’m not a womanizer. The last person I was linked with was your sister, and I’m sure she would say I was the perfect gentleman.”
“Right. It was nice meeting you, Landon.” Loren stepped away but remained close enough to hear our conversation.
“I’m sorry. She’s overprotective.”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s nice to know you have someone watching over you.” I smiled. If he only knew how much Loren had protected me. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
When Landon was out of the kitchen, I marched over to Loren, Pulling on her elbow, I brought her away from the other servants and into the corner. “How do you know Landon?”
“Oh, sweetie. I always have my eyes on you.”
“Lo!”
“Well, Gus told me he took you out, so I’ve been keeping an eye on him. We were worried about you since you and Peyton split. And since you didn’t tell me about the date, I figured I wouldn’t say anything.”
“It wasn’t a date.”
“Baby girl, he seemed smitten when he came over here to say goodbye.”
“I know. And I want to feel the same way, but my head is still clouded with all the Peyton crap.”
Loren patted her hand on my shoulder. “You need to take it one day at time.”
Most of the guests had cleared out when I made my way through the house to pick up empty glasses and clear out any garbage. I had made a full lap without seeing Devon or Haas when strong arms dug into my upper arm, tugging me towards a door. I didn’t need to look at the person to know who it was.
My body knew.
My skin burned, my chest ached, and deep down in my soul I wanted to punch him in the balls for approaching me yet again.
Shoving me toward the wine cellar, he slammed the door behind him. “We need to talk,” Haas spoke through gritted teeth.
“Ugh! Seriously, this is like a soap opera. No. We. Don’t. I have nothing to say to you.” I moved to leave, but he stepped in front of me.
“I need to explain what happened.”
“You know what? You’re right, I do need an explanation. I need to know why you fucked me just a month ago and now you’re engaged to that wench. You are an engaged man, Haas. This isn’t appropriate and I doubt your fiancée would approve of you being locked away in a tight room with someone you used to fuck.” I chuckled. “ Recently fucked.”
“Is that all I was to you? Someone you fucked?” Haas took another step closer.
“Don’t put words in my mouth, buddy. You’re the one who said you’d had your fill.” I stepped back with my hands in the air. “You’re the one who’s getting married.”
“It’s complicated.” He ran his hands through his hair.
“So I’ve heard. But it still doesn’t change the fact that your wife-to-be is in the next room.”
“I didn’t ask her to ma—”
“I. Don’t. Care. I don’t care whether you got down on one knee and decorated a whole bathroom with roses and candles for her or if you had it written across the goddamn sky. I don’t give two flying fucks, Haas.” My eyes began to glass over.
“Lynn . . .”
He closed the space between us. The strong attitude and stance I had was slowly leaving my body. I wanted to cry, beg and scream at him to stay with me, but I wouldn’t. He didn’t deserve my hurt. Not anymore.
“I miss you,” he whispered into my ear. I held my breath, avoiding his masculine scent that was now just a memory in my head.
“She’s wearing my ring,” I said, my voice trembling.
“I had no choice.”
“Fuck you. You’re a coward!”
“I need to see you.”
“Are you fucking insane?” I pulled away from him. “You’re getting married. I don’t want to be your side
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