“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Josie,” my dad interrupted, pushing the idiot to the side. “Want me to get rid of him? I will. Just say the word and the asshole will disappear.”
I smirked. “As tempting as that is, Dad, I can handle the con artist. Go see LeeAnn.”
My dad didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t challenge me.
“Alright, sweetheart,” he said, quickly kissing my cheek. “Don’t forget, your cousin is arriving later today. He can stay here.”
“Sure, Dad. No problem,” I absently said as I watched Freddie take in the family’s suite of apartments.
I knew what he was seeing, and I didn’t like it.
Bastard didn’t care about anything but money.
Heading for the elevator, Dad stopped next to Freddie and grinned. “I own several guns and know how to use them.”
Freddie just blinked as my dad disappeared into the elevator.
“You can leave too, Freddie,” I firmly said, walking away from the man. “I have nothing to say to you.”
Hot on my heels, the moron refused to take the hint. “Babe, please. Let me explain.”
Rounding on him, I shouted, “Explain what? You are a gigolo. A womanizer. Are we even legally married? How many other unsuspecting women do you have on the side? Any more kids I need to know about?”
“There is only you, babe. I swear!”
Huffing, I spun around and entered my room.
Freddie followed me, his eyes scanning the luxurious surroundings. I could see the cogs turning in his head, calculating the value of the art on the walls and the designer furniture.
It made my skin crawl.
“Get out,” I snapped, turning to face him. “You’ve done enough damage.”
He held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Babe, I know I messed up, but I want to make things right. I’m here to explain everything.”
I narrowed my eyes, suspicious of his motives.
“Explain what? That you married me for my money? That you’ve been sleeping with other women? That my so-called husband is a liar and a cheat?”
“Josie, it’s not like that—” he began, but I cut him off.
“Get out of my room, Freddie. You’ve said enough. I don’t want to hear your excuses or your lies. Just sign the damn papers and leave me alone.”
He took a step towards me, his eyes pleading.
“Please, Josie, just let me—”
Whatever he was about to say was interrupted when we both heard someone clear their throat. Turning, my eyes widened as I spotted my cousin reclining against the doorjamb, cleaning his nails with a large bowie knife, a wicked smile mischievously playing at his lips.
Freddie had the good sense to back up.
If the man had half a brain in his head, he’d run for the hills and never look back.
“Who’s the dud?” My cousin smirked as I heard the elevator ding and then the familiar voice of my current torment shouted, “Josephine!”
Groaning, I closed my eyes when I heard. “Wow! You’re pretty!”
