Selling Satisfaction by Ashley Beale

Author:Ashley Beale [Beale, Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ashley Beale
Published: 2016-03-10T05:00:00+00:00

Arriving home that night, Emily sits on the couch reading a magazine. Her bags are packed, ready to head back home tomorrow morning. She doesn't even look up when I walk through the door, but she makes a sniffling sound. "You smell like a hooker." She pinches her nose in disgust.

Smelling my shirt, I look over at her curiously. "How can you tell?"

Still not looking up, she points to her stomach. "Pregnancy. Acute sense of smell."

"Got it," I say with a nod. "Then I'm going to go shower."

Just as I get to the bathroom door, she yells out to me. "I had dinner with Brenna tonight." I can't move any further.

After a second, I back my walk up until I'm into the living room. "What? Why?"

"I was lonely. You worked late." She looks up at me finally, glancing me over. "Well, you said you were working late, but according to how you smell, I'd say you were doing something else."

Narrowing my eyes at Emily, I cross my arms over my chest to tell her I mean business. "I have a job that requires undercover work I can't tell you about. You know that. Now, about dinner."

"What about it?"

"Em."

The same as when she was sixteen, she gives an annoyed sigh, placing her magazine down next to her. You would think simply placing a magazine down would take all the effort in the world. I'm not sure what frustrated Emily today, but she's not in the best of moods. I hope that dinner with Brenna went good, but she isn't giving me a good vibe right now.

"I was bored, so I went up to her place to see if we could do dinner together. She was all about it. We ordered takeout pizza and breadsticks, and it was delicious. I have heartburn now, but that’s to be expected. That about sums it up."

"Em."

"What?"

"What did you talk about?"

She grins. "Oh, you think we talked about you? Sorry to break it to you, you were never mentioned."

"That's a lie."

"Is it?" She stands up to stretch. "I'm tired, I'm going to bed."

She starts to walk towards the bedroom, but I don't let her get past me, putting my arm out so she can't go down the hall. "Spill."

"Your nephew is tired. Let me through."

"Emily, my nephew is in your stomach, it doesn't matter if you sleep or not, he's resting just fine. Why are you angry, and how did dinner go? Talk to me."

She rolls her eyes. "Honestly? I'm annoyed you worked so late. That I didn't have you here for dinner." I can hear the break in her voice, like she is holding in a cry.

"Are you going to cry?" I ask. I try to make it known I'm truly concerned for her. She should know I'm always here for her. She rolls her eyes a second time. A telltale sign she is in fact going to break down, but she's trying to hold it in. "Because I worked late? There is obviously more going on.

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