Best Man with Benefits by Wright Aubrey

Author:Wright, Aubrey [Wright, Aubrey]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2019-06-03T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-One

Chloe

“There’s nothing about him on the internet,” I said. “The Psycho guy.” I held a fry between two fingers as I tapped on the touchpad of Jacob’s laptop and scrolled through internet results.

“You’re not going to find anything on him like that. You’d have to access the deep web, and I’m not about to show you how to do that,” Jacob replied.

I snorted. “Sure, because of course you know how to access the deep web.”

“My point is, you’re not going to find anything on this guy.”

I inhaled another fry and wiped my fingertips on a napkin, using the other to type one-handed. Pritchard Young. “What else am I supposed to do?” I asked.

It was one in the morning, and we hadn’t come up with any fresh ideas. Glancing over at Jacob brought mixed emotions, and still, after everything, the cursed attraction to him. Broad-shouldered and leaning his elbows on his thighs. He’d barely eaten a thing and held one hand to his forehead, his phone in the other.

“What are you doing?” It wasn’t meant to come out as hostile as it had. Anger was the only way I could deal with this shit.

“Reaching out to contacts,” he said.

I didn’t bother asking which contacts. I didn’t care at this point. I was exhausted, and I was worried sick about Charlie. I’d called the hospital after my initial visit, and they’d told me he was stable, out of danger, and healing up. Fast asleep too.

I’d visit him in the morning, if I got the chance.

My attention switched to the screen. I opened the first webpage that mentioned Pritchard and read through it.

“It says he’s a philanthropist. Supported children’s hospitals in New York City and Los Angeles.”

“Of course,” Jacob said. “He’s an asshole, so of course he’s doing public charity work.”

“Astute observation. Though, I don’t think that’s fair to the people who are doing charity work out of goodness.” I skipped back to the results of my search and scrolled down. I clicked over to the images tab and searched through them. There were a few with Pritchard and his daughter, side by side. In these pictures, Carolina wasn’t wearing anything tacky. No leopard print in sight.

And she wore a smile that seemed genuine.

“What?” Jacob asked.

“Huh?”

“The look on your face is weird.”

“Nothing,” I said and closed the tab. I sighed and pressed my hands to my eyes. “I’m exhausted. But I don’t think I’ll sleep.”

Jacob placed his phone on the bed, next to himself. “Same.”

I bit the corner of my lip. “Why did this happen, Jacob? Why did you even get involved with Carolina?”

“Why did you get involved with Deeznuts?”

“Oh my god,” I said and actually laughed. “What?”

“Fuck it, I don’t know—the EDM guy. What’s his name?”

“Ned. His name was Ned. I’m not the one who got involved with a Mafioso. Or whatever these people are. Young doesn’t exactly strike me as an Italian mafia name.”

“Because Italian mafia is the only type of criminal, right?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “You would know better than me.

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