Drunk on You: an age gap, enemies to lovers, fake engagement, office romance (Love & Whiskey Boo

Chapter Thirteen

“Fuck!”

It’s nine o’clock. Four hours after the alarm was set to go off. I shoot out of the bed and rush to my bathroom to take a quick piss and brush my teeth. I don’t have time to shower since my alarm didn’t go off, so I put on deodorant and then grab something to wear. I usually wear a suit, but I’m running late, so I throw on a pair of charcoal-gray slacks and a white button-down shirt and call it good.

The house is quiet, so Red must’ve left already.

I step into the garage and immediately notice one of the tires on my car is flat. I walk closer and see it’s not just one, but all of them.

Shit! Looks like I’ll have to take my truck today.

Only when I walk over to it, I see the tires on the truck are also all flat. And what’s that? I walk over and find a fucking red lipstick imprint on my goddamn window.

Fucking Red! She apologized, admitted I was right, and then turned around and fucked me over. And she’s not even trying to hide it.

I pull out my phone to request an Uber, but of course it says it will be a good hour before one can be here. We live in a small town outside the city, so the place isn’t exactly crawling with people who need a ride.

I scroll through my Contacts and call Ryder, hoping he’s on his way to work and he can swing by and pick me up.

“Hey, everything okay?” he asks, sounding like he’s anything but.

“Anastasia deflated all my tires.”

He chuckles. “I take it, she wasn’t thrilled with you landing the deal behind her back?”

“Even she admitted I did the right thing,” I drawl.

“Yet there you are, stuck at home with eight flat tires. I’ll be right there.”

By the time Ryder picks me up and we get to work, the meeting Samuel requested at dinner last night is over, and I’m fuming.

Since I already know the meeting was to let everyone know the collab with Ronan has been secured, I go straight to my office. About thirty minutes into my morning routine, Josie lets me know Ronan’s on the line.

“Do you not have my personal number?” I ask when I answer.

“I do,” he admits. “But calling your office gives me a reason to talk to your assistant.”

I chuckle. “How’s it going?”

“Good. Lush is having their opening tonight, and I wanted to extend an invite to your team. Celebrate our new joint venture.”

Lush is a club-slash-restaurant that’s opening in Houston. It’s known for its high-class clientele, and unless you’re somebody or you know somebody, the wait list to get in is months out. They stock Kingston liquor, so I’ve been to a few of the openings at their other locations. The ambience is chill, and the food is top-notch.

“Sounds good, man. I’ll let everyone know.”

“Perfect. Reservations are for eight.”

“See you then.”

We hang up, and I spend the rest of my day working in my office. I call Samuel to let him know about the dinner, and he says he and Selene will be there.

I have lunch with Ryder and invite him to dinner. He says he can go, but Nora is away with her friends for a girls’ trip, so she won’t be able to make it.

Thank fucking God.

“Is Anastasia driving you to dinner?” Ryder asks on our way to my place.

“Nah, I have someone from the dealership coming to fill my tires. Unless she slit them. Then, they’ll have to tow them in to get new tires put on.”

Thankfully,the tires weren’t slit, so within minutes of the mechanic arriving, all the tires are back to the way they belong.

Since the reservations aren’t until later, I take a shower, get dressed in my suit, and then spend the afternoon reading while waiting for my fiancée to get home.

She works late most nights, but my hope is that she arrives on time tonight since I have a surprise waiting for her. Just a little thank-you for deflating my tires and making me miss our meeting.