Brash Company (Company Men #4) by Crystal Perkins

Author:Crystal Perkins [Perkins, Crystal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-16T04:00:00+00:00

Sully

Another city, another club, same old games. The raven-haired twins on my lap seem to think I’m funny, even when I’m not talking. They laugh every few seconds, making me want to cover my ears. I just might do it if I wasn’t busy keeping their hands off my junk.

“Sensationnel,” one of the Frenchmen with me says, and I look to see what his “wow” is for.

No. It can’t be. But, it is. Beckham is here, in that damn sweatshirt dress and thigh-high boots. She’s here, and she’s walking this way.

“Sully.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’d like to say I’m in Paris for the first time to see the Eiffel Tower, but instead I’m here, in this club, seeing you with these women.”

“I will take you to see whatever you want,” the man who noticed her walk in says, placing his hand on her bare thigh.

I jump to my feet, pulling his hand away. “Touch her again, and I’ll kill you.”

The women call my name as I take Beckham’s hand, but I ignore them. I have to get her out of here, away from them and the ugliness of who I am now. I’ve no doubt she remembers this “me”, but I want so badly for her to forget it.

“Where are we going?” she asks, as I pull her out a side door.

“You are going back to Las Vegas.”

“I don’t take orders from you.”

“Who do you take them from? Who sent you here? My sister? Matt? You couldn’t afford this on your own, so who’s paying you to be here?”

“I came because I wanted to. Matt gave me a jet, but I’m going to insist on paying for the credit card I’m using when the bill comes.”

“That’s what we all say in the beginning.”

“You were going to pay for your own things from the internship,” she reminds me, but I don’t want to be reminded. “I know the people at the party hurt you, but they are just a few people. Those of us who love you, know you’re not who they said you are. Come home, Sully.”

“You don’t know! You know nothing! Go home. You shouldn’t be here. Go home! What do you want from me?”

“I only want you, and maybe a kiss under that sparkling Eiffel Tower when you’re not covered in the lipstick, and perfume, of other women.”

“You don’t want me.”

“I do, and I thought I’d done enough to show you that.”

She has. She’s done so much for me, and I know she cares. I know it, but I can’t accept it.

“Go home. Please, just go home, Beckham. Don’t come back here, and don’t try to save me, because it’s too late for that.” I hold up my phone, with the text I haven’t sent her. “I couldn’t send this, but you have to leave.”

She reaches over, and sends the message, before I can stop her. I hear the answering beep of her phone, and stare at her in horror. She glares back at me. “If you wrote it, you meant to send it.

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