āYes, well, I didnāt expect the pregnancy process to be so messy,ā Bentley said, as if he were discussing a misbehaving pet instead of his wife and unborn child. āBut thatās not all. Ever since we saw you at the hospital, sheās gotten more paranoid. She accused me of checking you out and said I still had feelings for you. She said she was my second choice and that Iām always comparing her to you. The thing isā¦ā He leaned forward, his face earnest. āSheās not wrong.ā
Pin-drop silence.
I gaped at him, sure Iād heard wrong. There was no way he was bold enough and stupid enough to say that to my face.
Our server approached before I could respond. Bentley ordered a beer, and after a small pause, I ordered a glass of red wine.
After the server left, Bentley continued. āI didnāt mean for things between us to blow up the way they did. You have to understand, you were working all the time. When you were home, all you talked about was Kensington PR. We barely had sex. I felt like I was living with a roommate instead of my fiancĆ©e. I needed more of a human connection, you know? Georgia was there, and she was so understanding of my concerns, andā¦well, she reminded me of you. Except she was a little warmer at the time.ā He let out another laugh.
A muscle beneath my eye spasmed as our drinks arrived. Our server gave me a sympathetic lookāpeople who worked in bars had a finely tuned asshole radarābut I didnāt say a word.
Let him dig his own grave deeper.
āI thought she was what I wanted,ā Bentley said. āBut things arenāt the same as they used to be. After we got married, she became so demanding. Sheās always complaining about this or that, and we donāt have sex as much as we used to. Plus, sheās obsessed with tracking your every move. Did you know she set up a news alert for your name? Itās unhealthy. When we saw you at the hospital and she found out you were dating Xavier Castillo, she lost it.ā
āI see.ā I didnāt touch my wine.
The news alert revelation was a surprise, but it was exactly the type of thing Georgia would do. She was a huge believer in monitoring her ācompetition.ā
āI miss you, Sloane.ā Bentley gave me a mournful look. āYou were always so calm and rational about things. Youād never throw a vase at my head. I didnāt appreciate it at the time, and I shouldāve.ā
āInteresting,ā I said coolly. āBecause I distinctly remember you calling me an āice queenā and telling me that dating me was like dating a block of ice.ā
He blanched. āI said that in the heat of the moment. I was upset that you seemed to care more about your work than our engagement, soā¦ā
āYou fucked my sister on our living room couch and tried to gaslight me into thinking it was my fault? Then you married her a year after you proposed to me and didnāt say a single word to me for years until you ran into me and magically realized you were still into me?ā
This wasnāt about me or his relationship with Georgia. Maybe there was trouble in paradise, but at the end of the day, Bentley was driven by his ego. Heād seen Xavier, who was a better man than him in every single way that counted, and heād seen Georgiaās reaction to him.
He felt threatened, so he was trying to claw back power by 1) seducing me away from Xavier, 2) proving he could get me back despite what heād done, and 3) secretly sticking it to Georgia for whatever slights sheād committed against him.
He was more transparent than a poorly stitched web.
āIt wasnāt like that,ā Bentley said, his cheeks red. āYou have no idea the pressure I was under at the time. I had a lot riding on my transfer to New York, which Iād insisted on so I could be closer to you. Then I got there, and you werenāt even paying attention to me. I was insecure, I admit it, but Iāve been paying for my mistake since.ā He gave me the same puppy-dog eyes my younger self could never resist. āWe were so good together once. Do you remember London? Us walking by the Thames, eating at the best restaurants every night, checking into a hotel, and staying there all weekendā¦it was perfect.ā
I ran a hand over the stem of my wineglass, silently taking in the man whoād broken my heart and destroyed my relationship with my family. My father and Georgia werenāt blameless, but Bentley had been the trigger.
Once upon a time, Iād thought he was the love of my life. Iād been so swept up by his good looks, his deceptively sweet words, and the magic of falling in love abroad like in the rom-coms I watched so often. His proposal was supposed to mark the start of our happily ever after.
But happily ever afters didnāt always end so happily, and now, after age and experience stripped the rose tint off my glasses, I saw him with crystal clarity.
His hair was too perfect, his clothes too pressed, his smile too fake. His words dripped with entitlement instead of a teasing lilt, and what Iād mistaken for charm was simply manipulation wrapped in shiny clothing.
He was so utterly boring, so nauseatingly fake, that I couldnāt believe Iād ever fallen in love with him.
Most of all, I couldnāt believe Iād let this asshole scare me away from relationships for so long. He didnāt deserve the power Iād given him over me, and I was done letting him ruin my life.
āI do remember London.ā I smiled. He smiled back, clearly taking it as a sign that I was warming to his advances. āWhat exactly are you trying to say?ā
āIām saying we can have that again.ā He paused and glanced around. āI canāt leave Georgia while sheās pregnant, but I know we wonāt work out in the long term. However, you and I can still rekindle things in the meantime. I know you miss me as much as I miss you.ā
āIām dating someone, Bentley.ā
āWho, Xavier?ā He snorted. āCome on, Sloanie. We both know that loser isnāt good enough for you.ā
āI see,ā I repeated. My expression didnāt waver at my much-hated nicknameāSloanie. It was so damn condescending. āIāmā¦ flattered, and obviously, thereās really only one answer.ā
āObviously,ā he said with enough smugness to power an entire fraternity house.
āTake your proposition, and go fuck yourself with it.ā
Bentley blinked. My words registered, and his smile disappeared beneath a mottle of red. āYouāā
āLet me make a few things clear.ā I spoke over him. āOne, I would rather sleep with a leprosy-infected ogre before I ever let you touch me again. You are a disgusting, misogynist pig whose brain is inversely proportionate to the size of your giant ego, and youāre lucky I was too young when we met to know otherwise. Two, Georgia has many faults, but she and every other woman whoās unlucky enough to cross your path deserves better than you. I hope the next time she throws a vase at you, she doesnāt miss. Three, Xavier is ten times the man you could ever hope to be. Heās smarter, kinder, and better in bed.ā I cocked my head. āNews flash, Bentley, youāre not the sex god you think you are. Your technique is shit, and you couldnāt find a clit if the woman drew you a map and marked it with a giant X.ā A burst of laughter punctuated the end of my rant. A group of twenty-something women had taken over the neighboring booth, and they were listening to us with rapt attention.
Story Sunday indeed. I hoped one of them recognized Bentley and told everyone they knew about his shortcomings. It was a long shot, but it was what he deserved.
I stood, my smile widening at his indignant sputters. āAll that to say, I disrespectfully decline your offer to be your mistress. Donāt contact me again, or Iāll slap you with a restraining order and make sure every single person in your workplace and social circle knows you canāt take no for an answer.ā
āYou fucking bitchāā
Iād ordered the biggest glass of the darkest red wine, and I didnāt wait for him to finish his trite insult before I tossed the full contents in his face and walked out. Once I was outside, I stopped the recording on my phone and saved it to my files.
I hadnāt decided whether to send it to Georgia yet. She deserved to know what her husband was doing and saying behind her back, but our relationship was complicated, so I held on to it for now.
Bentley didnāt follow me, though I hadnāt expected him to.
My lips curled into a smile at the memory of his mouth hanging open while wine dripped from his hair and chin.
Iād written many film reviews excoriating the cheesy power move of throwing a drink in a guyās face, but as I hailed a cab to go home, I concluded Iād been wrong.
The move may be clichƩ, but it was damn satisfying. Sometimes, the rom-coms got it right.
CHAPTER 31
Xavier
Sloane and I spent a quiet Thanksgiving together before I was called away on club business. It was a holiday weekend, but that didnāt stop emails from trickling into my inbox about construction, lighting, inventory, and a million things I had to take care of before the grand opening.
She slept over at my house on Thursday and Friday, but we parted ways on Saturday to take care of our respective work. She acted a little strange when we said goodbye, but I had a feeling spending such a big holiday together had freaked her out, so I didnāt pry. I didnāt want to drive her away by pressing too hard, especially given the weekās events.
I was still torn up about Rhea and Pen, but at least Iād confirmed with my contact about getting the intel I needed. Heād have the first batch ready soon so I could (hopefully) set Sloaneās mind at ease.
Besides Sloane, the only person I saw over the weekend was Luca. He seemed to have gotten over his Leaf spiral and was back to working at his familyās corporate office in the city. Either that, or Dante had put the fear of God in him enough to kick his ass into shape.
I still didnāt know why my father had put Dante on the inheritance committee, and my attempts to ask the man in question had so far been rebuffed.