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You knew I wanted a relationship with you and you know that I believe Kevin Trager knows Alex, so I did it for you!"
"Let me clarify, Sophia. I don't care who you sleep with, we don't have a relationship, we never did, but it was a poor choice on your part to mess with someone else's fiancé."
"You think he told me there was a fiancé? Please. And what do you pay the mail staff, because his apartment is fabulous. He has a little garden out front and a view of the city to die for," she bragged, trying to get a rise out of me. Like I'd care.
"I don't think it's his place, I think it's hers and you're right, it is really nice,” I smiled wide.
"No way. She’s a pathetic little fact checker. I think Kevin is Alex ," she whispered, crossing her arms under her chest, trying to show me more cleavage. "Wait, how do you know it's really nice? You went home with her ?"
"Cut the crap, Sophia. You and I are nothing to each other, so don't start drama," I snapped.
Her lips twisted in the most hideous way. "Did you have sex with her?"
I rolled my eyes and laughed in Evan’s direction, but he wasn’t there. Where the hell did Evan go? "Not that it’s any of your business, but no."
"No, you just took her home on the company jet as she sobbed about her perfect little ruined wedding. Why? Did you have to take care of her, like the poor little pathetic thing she is?" She pointed her finger at me and snarled. “Do you realize I had to take a commercial flight back? In economy! Your father didn’t even have enough money to fly me in business class.”
"Is there any part of you that's human?" I asked.
"Yeah, the part that you stuck your dick in,” she said, making me cringe.
"That's no great feat Sophia, and it was just sex, so whatever way you want to spin it, it was still just two people passing time by screwing, same thing as sitting here eating lunch."
She paused briefly, watching me. "You really don't care, do you?" she said, eyes widening.
"No, Sophia, I don't," I shrugged, draining the last of my beer.
"But what about..."
"Stop," I cut her off. "Was it just once? You and Trager? When did it start? I need the truth. Not for me. For Lexa."
She wiped at her eyes. Her makeup smeared from the tears, showing her true face underneath.
"The night that I asked you what you wanted from our relationship—the holiday party. He saw me upset and took me home. I wanted you to get upset, but you didn't even know I left," she sniffled.
"He's been cheating on her for two months?" I was shocked.
"Why do you care so much about her? She has nothing to do with us!"
Another round of drinks arrived. The server ran from the table when she noticed the angry stare Sophia wore. Screw it. I threw down my napkin and stood up. "I don't know what you and Evan planned this lunch outing for. I told you at the conference there is no need for us to speak any longer. You wanted to get me jealous. It didn't work. You want to say it has something to do with Kevin Trager being Alex Kavon. You can believe that all you want, sweetheart. But the truth remains; you slept with someone to see how I'd react. This is how I'm reacting. I don't care."
I walked out of the bar, Evan suddenly appearing right behind me. "James. Man, wait up," he called after me, tugging on my sleeve.
"What? Seriously, what the hell do you want from me?" I said, spinning on him. “And where the hell did you run off to?”
He gestured for me to follow him across the street and into a small coffee shop. "Listen, I know you don't give a crap about Sophia. But, she's getting some information about Alex Kavon merging with Rollingstone. That's going to blow our magazine out of the water." He tugged at his hair nervously. "You and your father have the rest of Holt Media and all their accounts. I work for InTrend and I can't lose my job. Your father is filing for bankruptcy, maybe talking about selling the whole thing, or I don't know."
"I guess you should start looking for another job.
"Let me clarify, Sophia. I don't care who you sleep with, we don't have a relationship, we never did, but it was a poor choice on your part to mess with someone else's fiancé."
"You think he told me there was a fiancé? Please. And what do you pay the mail staff, because his apartment is fabulous. He has a little garden out front and a view of the city to die for," she bragged, trying to get a rise out of me. Like I'd care.
"I don't think it's his place, I think it's hers and you're right, it is really nice,” I smiled wide.
"No way. She’s a pathetic little fact checker. I think Kevin is Alex ," she whispered, crossing her arms under her chest, trying to show me more cleavage. "Wait, how do you know it's really nice? You went home with her ?"
"Cut the crap, Sophia. You and I are nothing to each other, so don't start drama," I snapped.
Her lips twisted in the most hideous way. "Did you have sex with her?"
I rolled my eyes and laughed in Evan’s direction, but he wasn’t there. Where the hell did Evan go? "Not that it’s any of your business, but no."
"No, you just took her home on the company jet as she sobbed about her perfect little ruined wedding. Why? Did you have to take care of her, like the poor little pathetic thing she is?" She pointed her finger at me and snarled. “Do you realize I had to take a commercial flight back? In economy! Your father didn’t even have enough money to fly me in business class.”
"Is there any part of you that's human?" I asked.
"Yeah, the part that you stuck your dick in,” she said, making me cringe.
"That's no great feat Sophia, and it was just sex, so whatever way you want to spin it, it was still just two people passing time by screwing, same thing as sitting here eating lunch."
She paused briefly, watching me. "You really don't care, do you?" she said, eyes widening.
"No, Sophia, I don't," I shrugged, draining the last of my beer.
"But what about..."
"Stop," I cut her off. "Was it just once? You and Trager? When did it start? I need the truth. Not for me. For Lexa."
She wiped at her eyes. Her makeup smeared from the tears, showing her true face underneath.
"The night that I asked you what you wanted from our relationship—the holiday party. He saw me upset and took me home. I wanted you to get upset, but you didn't even know I left," she sniffled.
"He's been cheating on her for two months?" I was shocked.
"Why do you care so much about her? She has nothing to do with us!"
Another round of drinks arrived. The server ran from the table when she noticed the angry stare Sophia wore. Screw it. I threw down my napkin and stood up. "I don't know what you and Evan planned this lunch outing for. I told you at the conference there is no need for us to speak any longer. You wanted to get me jealous. It didn't work. You want to say it has something to do with Kevin Trager being Alex Kavon. You can believe that all you want, sweetheart. But the truth remains; you slept with someone to see how I'd react. This is how I'm reacting. I don't care."
I walked out of the bar, Evan suddenly appearing right behind me. "James. Man, wait up," he called after me, tugging on my sleeve.
"What? Seriously, what the hell do you want from me?" I said, spinning on him. “And where the hell did you run off to?”
He gestured for me to follow him across the street and into a small coffee shop. "Listen, I know you don't give a crap about Sophia. But, she's getting some information about Alex Kavon merging with Rollingstone. That's going to blow our magazine out of the water." He tugged at his hair nervously. "You and your father have the rest of Holt Media and all their accounts. I work for InTrend and I can't lose my job. Your father is filing for bankruptcy, maybe talking about selling the whole thing, or I don't know."
"I guess you should start looking for another job.
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