Unbearable (Undescribable) (24 page)

Courtney moves to the seat that is positioned right
in front of me. She goes to speak when I place my hand up. “I don’t even want
to know.”

“I just wanted to tell you my job has an opening,”
she says excitedly.

Courtney had found a job in no time. Josh pretty
much knows all the businesses in town and got her a job at the local bank. She
wanted to continue working as an event organizer, but couldn’t find an open
position fast enough. She took the job at the bank with future thought of
quitting when the right one comes along.

“Thanks, but I’m good here.”

She looks around and then back at me, frowning.
“Why do you want to work here so badly?”

“It’s not that I want to do this forever.” I sigh,
staring down at the top of the bar. “I don’t know.” My shoulders slump. “I feel
comfortable here, like I belong here,” I whisper.

“What do you mean ‘belong here’?”

“Since senior year things have been so depressing.
College sucked. I never went out. Then when I moved here with Jax, he didn’t
want me to work. He wasn’t happy when I took the job here, but then I met Holly
and Micah.” I smile. “Things just seemed to turn around. Then, of course, Slade
came into my life.” I look over at him as he takes a drink of his beer while
listening to Tate talk about something. “Everything just felt right. It all
started here, why would I want to leave that?” I look to her. “I don’t know why
Slade won’t just drop it.”

“He’s afraid for your safety.”

“I won’t lie, I was terrified when I discovered
someone was in the house, but that is not going to keep me from living my
life.”

She grins. “Then don’t let it.”

“That’s my plan,” I reply cheerfully. My eyes slide
back over to Slade and I see him smiling as he looks from Tate to Josh. It’s
hard to stay mad at a man as gorgeous as he is. He must have gone home after
work because he is in those baby blue jeans that hang low on his waist, with a
dark gray t-shirt that hugs his muscular arms and wide chest. His hair is
spiked and that smile on his beautiful face has me forgetting our conversation
from earlier.

“It was Slade’s idea.” Courtney gets my attention
as I stare at Slade.

“What was?” I look to her.

“Coming up here.” She takes a sip of her beer.

I smile. I knew it had to have been. “Why was that
supposed to be a secret?”

She shakes her head. “I haven’t figured that out
yet.”

I laugh as I open a bottle of water for myself. I
didn’t mind working for Becky tonight, but I can’t hide the smile from how
happy I am that Slade wanted to see me.

I clean off the last table
and go behind the bar to pick up my purse as Slade walks out of the bathroom.
“You better not have dirtied it up,” I try to say firmly.

He walks up and pulls me into his arms. “The only
thing I’m going to dirty up is you.” He slides his hands into the back pockets of
my jeans, giving my ass a little squeeze.

“Then why aren’t we leaving?” I mumble with my lips
against his. I’ve been trying to give him the cold shoulder. It was easy not to
talk to him when he was playing pool with the guys, but that didn’t stop me
from staring over at him.

“Because I don’t want to wait,” he says, pushing me
backward.

“Hmm. Are we going to have a repeat of the last
time you fucked me in the bathroom?”

He groans. “You have no idea how much that word
turns me on when you use it in reference to us.”

I giggle. “Such a dirty boy.”

“Absolutely!”

He smashes his mouth to mine as we come to a stop.
As our lips work together and his tongue dances with mine, I feel his hands
working on the zipper of my jeans.

I pull my face away from his. “Did you ever stop to
think that I don’t want to have sex?” I say a bit too breathless.

He smiles. “Did you really think I didn’t see you
staring at me from behind the bar?”

“I wasn’t trying to hide it.” I laugh.

He reaches up and slowly pulls my ponytail out. His
blue eyes look into mine as he runs his hands through my hair. “You still mad at
me?” he asks with concern on his beautiful face.

I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck. “You
going to continue bugging me about my job?”

He looks at me as if conflicted on how to answer
that question. I know he wants to say yes, but he doesn’t want to fight with
me. We have bigger problems going on in our life right now besides my job.

“Do you promise me you won’t work nights anymore?”

I nod my head. “No more nights.”

“Then I won’t continue to drive you nuts about it,”
he promises with a small smile.

“Enough talking and a little more fucking,” I say
with a sly grin on my face.

“I love the way you think,” he responds, picking me
up as I wrap my legs around him. We take a few steps backward and I hit the
pool sticks, knocking them to the ground.

I place my head back against the wall and lift my
arms up as he discards my shirt.

I thread my fingers in his hair as I smash my lips
to his. He pulls me off the wall and walks backward until I feel him plop down
on the small couch in the corner.

I reach down and he pulls his lips from mine as I yank
his shirt off and throw it behind me. I crawl off of him and onto the floor
where I’m facing him on my knees. I look up into his blue eyes as I unzip his
pants.

“Lift your hips.”

He lifts them enough for me to pull his pants off
along with his boxers as he kicks off his shoes. I lick my lips as my eyes gaze
at him sitting naked before me. He reaches up and slides his hands in my hair
and I close my eyes at the feel of the power those hands hold. It makes me want
to melt into nothing.

Without a word, he lowers my head and I open my lips,
knowing exactly what he wants. He gives me an inch at time. His hands control
my head as his hips meets my mouth with each thrust.

I hear him moan as his fingers tighten and release
my hair a few times. I open my eyes to look up at him, and he has his head
resting back on the couch and his lips are parted. I suck him in deeper until
he is all the way to the back of my throat. He opens his eyes and looks down at
me. He smirks as he pulls on my hair, removing my mouth.

“What are you doing?” I ask with a matching smile.

He lifts me up onto the couch, laying me on my back,
and is hovering over me in no time. He tears off my jeans and settles himself
between my legs.

“You, Angel. I’m going to do you.” And with that,
he thrusts into me, causing my breath to catch. He grabs my wrists and holds
them down on either side of my head.

“Slade,” I pant as he slowly pulls out.

“Don’t worry Angel, this isn’t going to be slow.” And
with that he slams into me as my moans and cries of ecstasy fill the empty bar.

As I’m driving to the house,
my phone rings. I pick it up out of the center console to see a blocked number
again. I hit ignore then wait a few seconds before I search for Jessica’s number
in my phone.

When I find it I hit send.

“Hello?” she answers slowly.

“I believe I told you to quit fucking calling me,”
I say sweetly.

“How did you…uh....”

“I told you it wouldn’t be hard to find your
number.” I look in the rearview mirror to see if Slade is still behind me.

She laughs. “It was probably just as easy as it was
finding yours,” she says, no longer worried that I have her number.

“What do you want, Jessica?” Why is she calling me
so late? I glance at the clock on the dash and it reads two forty five.

“I wanted to let you know that Slade was with
someone while you were at work tonight.”

What? How does she know I’ve been at work? I look
out all my windows to see if she is in a car nearby or something. There is no
one else on the highway besides Slade and me at this hour. Wait. If she knows I
was at work then how does she not know that Slade was there?

“I doubt that,” I say carelessly. She has no idea
what she is talking about.

“I can prove it.”

Huh? “What do you mean you—” She hangs up.

I toss my phone into my purse as I exit the
highway. What in the hell was that about? There is no way he was with someone
tonight. I mean, I guess he could have been with someone right after he got off
work, before he came up to the bar. But I have more trust in Slade than to
believe that is a possibility. She’s just trying to make me second-guess him
and that’s not going to happen.

We pull into the garage and I step out of the
truck. “You okay?” Slade asks when he looks at me.

“Yes.” I smile. “You wore me out.”

He holds the door open for me with one hand while
the other slaps me on the ass as I walk by.

I turn and face him once I am inside the house.
“Why did you come in and see me tonight?”

He frowns. “I wanted to see you.”

“But why did you stay so late? You have to work in
the morning.” I hate that Jessica has me questioning him.

He walks past me, heading to the bedroom, chuckling.
“That has never stopped us before, Angel.”

I pause as I watch him enter our bedroom. That
statement held truth, but didn’t answer my question. Courtney did say he was
worried about my safety. Maybe that is the reason why he came up there. I
already told him I won’t work nights anymore until we get everything figured
out.

I walk into our room to find him undressing in the
closet. “But why? You have to be up early for work in the morning.”

“You act as if it’s the first time I came to your
work to see you,” he says sliding his jeans down his legs.

I reach up and run a hand through my hair. “I just
don’t know why you came up there. You have to be tired. This weekend was
crazy.”

He comes to stand in front of me, now naked. “Get
undressed and come to bed.” He leans down kissing my head and leaves the
closet.

I drop the subject and head to the bathroom to get
ready for bed.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“Congratulations, Slade.”
Micah pats me on the shoulder as we walk out of the courthouse. “I could have
seen that decision going either way.”

I look over at him with a cocky smile. “I only saw
one outcome.” My client walks by and turns to face me.

“Thanks, Slade.” He reaches out his hand. I shake
it with a small nod then he turns and walks off with his wife.

Was he really innocent? No! My clients usually
aren’t, but the evidence wasn’t strong enough against him.

Many people have asked me how my family and I
defend the guilty, or the most asked question, “
How do you sleep at night?”
Very easily actually!

Every person deserves the right to a fair trial.
Every person deserves someone on their side, defending their freedom.

I’m that guy!

Micah steps to the right to shake the hand of a
female attorney we know when I catch sight of a guy walking down the hallway
about to enter a courtroom. I only get a quick side view of him, but he looks
familiar. That’s not unusual here, though, we always run into repeat offenders.
Sometimes they have the money to get their own attorney. Sometimes they are
broke and get one assigned to them.

“Slade. Congratulations.” Natalie gets my attention.

“Thanks.” I say reaching out to shake her awaiting
hand.

Natalie is an attorney at another law firm in town.
They are a multimillion-dollar company that handles a bunch of pro bono
accounts.

“It’s good to see you again. It’s been too long.”
The way her brown eyes look me up and down I can tell she is referring to the
last time we spent our time together naked.

I pull my hand away from hers and turn to speak to
Micah but she speaks again. “How about I take you out to lunch to celebrate?”
she asks, giving me a flirtatious smile.

“No, thank you.” Her face falls before she can mask
her surprise at my dismissal. “We should get going,” I say to Micah. He smiles
brightly at Natalie as he says his goodbye. I turn from her and walk to the
front door with him following after me.

“What was that about?” he asks as we come up to my
car.

“I’m not hungry.” I shrug. He gets into the car and
looks over at me.

“You slept with her,” he states, not sounding
surprised.

I laugh. “That’s not what I would call it.” There
was no sleeping involved.

“So Natalie finally got her way, huh?” He smirks.

You have to know Natalie to understand what that
statement meant. She gets anything and everything she wants. If her money can’t
buy it, she will use her perky tits and tight ass to get what she wants.
Although I slept with anyone I wanted, I never brought girls to the office or
mixed business with pleasure. But I was working a case in New York City, where
she is from, and I allowed her to take me out for some drinks. I ended up
staying at her high-rise condo, having a three day sex fest with her.

“Yep. I had a lapse of judgment.”

Micah looks over to me. “So that’s what you’re
calling the women of your past?”

I look over at him with a serious expression on my
face. “Yes.”

He reaches over and pats me on the shoulder. “Well,
just a little word of advice. You may want to make that more clear next time
you see Natalie. She is not the type that takes kindly to rejection.”

I should have told her I was in a relationship, but
if I know Natalie, she already knows my relationship status. It doesn’t matter
how much of herself she wants to throw in my face, I would never cheat on
Angel.

I pull my cell out of my pocket when I feel it
vibrate. It notifies me that our house alarm was just set to away.

I go to my recent calls, find Angel’s name, and hit
send.

I throw Nadia in reverse and
back out of the driveway. How could I have missed that last night? How did I
not hear my phone beep from a message?

I put the truck in drive when I hear my phone
playing Slade’s ringtone. “Hello?” I say, pulling out of the neighborhood.

“Where are you going?”

I look around to see if Slade decided to come home
for lunch or something. “Just leaving the house,” I reply when I don’t see his
car.

“Where are you going?” he asks again.

“What’s with the interrogation?” I snap. His
questioning is adding to my already pissy mood.

“I just got notified that you set the alarm to away,
and I was wondering where you are off to. You are off work today,” he states.

His statement makes me pause. “Why were you
notified?” I ask slowly.

“I have the security system linked to my phone.”

Of course he does. Sometimes I hate technology.
“I’m heading to your mother’s house for lunch with the girls.”

“I see.”

“How was court?” I try to get the image of him and
the other woman out of my mind.

“It went well,” is all he says.

I don’t usually ask him about work, and he never
offers much information about it. I haven’t figured out why he keeps most of
that from me. I guess he is just one of those people who likes to keep work
separate from his home life, and I can understand that.

“That’s good. Are you done for the day?”

“No. Micah and I are heading back to the office
right now.”

“Okay. Well I hope you have a good day.”

“You too, Angel. Call me when you leave.”

I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something
seems to be off. He seems really short. Maybe court didn’t go as good as he
said it did.

“I love you,” I say, trying to cheer us both up.

“I love you too.”

I hang up and drop my phone in my lap. As soon as I
do the picture of him and the blonde comes to mind. I woke up this morning and
discovered that Jessica had sent me a message last night after we had hung up.
I never looked at my phone again after that or I would have seen it. As soon as
I opened it, I closed the picture. I couldn’t comprehend what I saw. He was not
with someone before he was with me last night, I don’t believe it.

I pull up to Vivian’s house and walk up to the
door. Holly opens it and steps aside for me to enter. “Hey girl,” she says
cheerfully.

“Hey,” I respond with a lot less enthusiasm than
she had.

“Something wrong?” She tilts her head to the side
as her brown eyes lock onto mine.

“Just a little tired.”

She links her arm in mine and starts to drag me off
to the kitchen. I put a smile on my face as I see Vivian pulling muffins out of
the oven.

“I tried to get Courtney to take a late lunch today
and come over,” Holly says as we sit down at the island.

“You know she told me her bank has a job opening.”
I look at Holly.

She nods. “I told her to tell you. I thought you would
take it.”

I frown. “Why would I take it?” Holly knows how
much I like working at the bar.

“She meant she thought Slade would make you quit.”
Vivian looks at us. “If so, you could go and work with Courtney.”

“Well, that won’t happen.” I shake my head stubbornly.
“If I quit Larry’s, it will be because I choose to.”

Vivian gives me a warm smile. “Have you guys heard
anything from the police about the break-in?” Holly asks, taking a bite of her
muffin.

“No, if you ask me, they have no idea who it was
and I don’t think they’re going to find out either.”

“I just find it odd,” Vivian says with a frown on
her face.

I shrug it off, break-ins happen every day. We live
in a very expensive neighborhood. It was storming and the power was out.
Someone saw that as an opportunity. It’s not as if someone has a vendetta
against us.

I pick up my phone when I hear it beep. I bite my
lip when I see that it is a picture message from the bitch. I stand up from the
table and walk to the hallway.

It’s a tad on the dark side, but I can tell the man
on the bed that is lying on top of the woman is Slade. He has one arm holding
up one of the woman’s legs and his face is in the crook of her neck.

The woman underneath him has her arms around his
neck and her head thrown back.

I feel my body run cold. “What the fuck?” I
whisper. This is not like the picture she sent me last night. It was much more
blurry and they weren’t in the act. I could tell it was Slade, but he still had
boxers on.

There is no doubt in my mind that they are having
sex in this picture. I can’t place who the girl is. It could be Jessica, but
I’m not one hundred percent sure.

As I continue to stare at the image, my phone beeps
again informing me of a message from her. It takes me several minutes to pull
my eyes away from Slade to read it.

Jessica:
Told you. He can’t be faithful.

I feel like my chest may explode from my heart
pounding so hard. I shake my head slowly. There’s no way this is real. I mean,
I’m seeing it with my own eyes, but this can’t be.

I hurry to read the last part of her message.

Like I said. You’re not the only one he crawled
in bed with last night.

I close my eyes as relief washes through me. He was
with me last night. I feel stupid for even considering anything else when I
received the original pic.

“Everything okay?’

I jump at the sound of Holly’s voice and drop my
phone. I laugh a little at my jumpiness. “Yep,” I answer cheerfully, though I
now want to kill Jessica even more. The bitch is not going to give up.

Holly bends down to pick up my phone and I snatch
it out of her hand.

I give her a smile as Vivian comes into the hallway
to check on us. “How about planning that Bachelorette party?” I say.

Vivian returns the smile, but Holly looks at my
phone in my hand and then to me with a frown.

“I’ll explain later,” I say linking my arm through hers
as I drag her back toward the kitchen.

She slams me to a stop and whispers, “Was that a
picture of Slade in bed with another woman? It has to be a lie. A fake,” she
says in a rush. “He would not do that to you.”

“I know, Holly. If you promise to keep it between
us, I will tell you everything later.”

She looks at me with those soft brown eyes and I
get the feeling she’s going to start crying. “Hey, it’s okay. I promise you.
Slade and I are great! I don’t believe for a second that he would do that. Let’s
go plan your party.”

I don’t wait for a response as I walk us into the
kitchen where Vivian sits with her laptop and several Las Vegas brochures for
us to look through.

I feel bad for the lie. I was guilty of thinking for
a second that Slade had been in bed with someone else. The only thing that
picture proved was that Jessica wasn’t going to give up. I’ve never wanted to
fight for a man before. Even when I had caught Jax in bed with Bridgette, the
thought didn’t even enter my mind. I was willing to walk away and let her have
him. But for Slade, I will fight dirty and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Jessica has no idea who she’s playing with.