COWBOY (Unfit Hero Book 5) by Hayley Faiman

Author:Hayley Faiman [Faiman, Hayley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hayley Faiman Books, LLC
Published: 2020-07-30T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

STEPHANIE

I’m standing in Beaumont’s back yard wondering if this was the right move to make.

“You’re going to be just fine,” Damion announces, interrupting my internal flip-flopping.

“Am I?” I ask.

He snorts, taking a sip from his mimosa. He’s lying down on Beau’s lounger, his shades on as he watches the sunset. The swimming pool is practically glittering in the distance, and I wonder just how I can be surrounded by all of this beauty and be absolutely miserable on the inside.

“You heard from the douchebag?”

I shake my head, knowing that he’s asking me about Sebastian. I haven’t heard anything from him since my last meet up with Kirill at his home. I have no clue if Sebastian is alive or dead, and there’s a little part of me that doesn’t even care one way or the other.

“I should probably go by his place, make sure he’s okay,” I murmur.

“Fuck that,” Damion snaps.

Turning to look over my shoulder at him, my eyes widen and I shake my head. “He’s still a person,” I point out.

He grunts, taking another sip of his mimosa. “He may be, but he sold titty pictures of you to the highest bidder. That makes him fucking scum in my book and therefore he doesn’t deserve your caring consideration.”

“I think that’s enough mimosa, Damion,” I whisper, reaching for his glass.

He moves his hand out of my reach and shakes his head. “First off, never take a man’s mimosa. Secondly, there can never be too much mimosa.”

“Why are you even drinking that? It’s six in the evening.”

He shrugs a shoulder. “It’s always a good time for a mimosa.”

I open my mouth to argue, but I can’t. He’s not wrong. Mimosas really are always good. Instead of arguing with him over his alcoholic beverage, I shift the conversation back to Sebastian. I chew on my bottom lip and take my phone out of my pocket.

“Maybe I should just call him.”

“Stephanie,” Damion barks.

Lifting my eyes to meet his, my teeth sink into the flesh of my lip. “What?”

He rolls his eyes. “Seriously, the Russian wasn’t fucking around when he said that he couldn’t get his money from a dead man,” Damion reminds me. “He is fine, that big badass probably just told him to stay away from you. You do realize that you owe that man absolutely nothing, right?”

Nodding, I shift my gaze to the setting sun. “Yeah, I know,” I agree. “It’s hard though. I don’t want him, I don’t even like him, but I do care for him still.”

“Because you’re a good person, babe. You’d also never sell pictures of his miniscule wiener for all the world to see, but he had no issue doing that with your gorgeous rack.”

“It wasn’t miniscule,” I mutter.

“It wasn’t a gigantic anaconda either.”

I can’t help it and I can’t stop myself, I burst out laughing. It’s a belly laugh that completely takes over my entire body, and I even let out a snort before I calm myself down. Shaking my head, I bite the inside of my cheek before I release the skin.

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