A Little Bit of Truth (Little Bits) by A. E. Murphy Read Free Book Online Page B

see me out of her house. Marie likes her space.
    I should do something tonight, just in case.
     
    Jacob : I’ll bring dinner to your place tonight… Chinese?
     
    Marie : Sounds like a plan.
     
    See? She’s not pissed with me, if she was she’d tell me. I can rely on her for that. Her bluntness knows no bounds at times. When she’s pissed at you, she lets you know about it.
    Now I just have to decide whether or not I want to use one of my eight remaining nights to sink into her tonight… or if we should just hang out and watch shit on TV. Christ, that’s a hard decision. Literally hard. I want to screw her, I really do… but I don’t want to use all of my nights up in the next week. That would suck because then I wouldn’t have much to look forward to when I’m in England.
    Unfortunately, as it always does when I think of Marie, my bulge comes back. Fuck. This is going to be a long day.
     
Marie
     
    Maya comes into the studio with a paper bag under her arm and two cups of coffee in her hands. I smile and pat the seat beside me, she takes it and hands me my coffee before digging into the bag. Whistling the entire time.
    “And where is my chubby little goddaughter?” I ask without looking up from my computer.
    Maya gasps, “Oh my god I’ve left her in the car!”
    WHAT? “WHAT?” I shriek and jump to my feet. Then Maya laughs, “I’m shitting you, she’s with James at work.”
    With a glare I clutch my throbbing chest, “Don’t ever do that to me again.”
    “You hate kids,” she laughs harder.
    “I love that kid, and Amelia. I still don’t do diapers or saliva though, or snot,” I respond and sip my coffee.
    The conversation quickly changes, “Guess who I saw.” I don’t like the singsong voice behind her words.
    “Do tell,” I’m not actually interested but I’ll pretend I am.
    “Jacob,” she bounces in her seat a little. “Getting breakfast…”
    Sigh. “That’s nice.”
    She goes quiet for a moment, I can see out of the corner of my eye she’s bursting at the seams with questions. So I answer for her, “Yes we screwed, yes it was fabulous and yes we’re doing it again, eight more times.”
    Her hands go up as she thanks the Lord. What is it with her obsession over Jacob and me? “Is he taking you to England with him?”
    “No.”
    “Has he asked?”
    Sigh. “No.”
    “And if he does?”
    “I’d say no, we’re about to open this joint remember? I can’t leave!”
    “You’re leaving for my wedding,” she states.
    “But we aren’t taking any bookings for that week,” I bite into a croissant and sigh as it hits my stomach. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was.” My stomach growls in agreement.
    Maya flips her phone open.
    “So,” my own curiosity peaks. “What’s wrong with you and James? Things seem a little tense between you t wo lately.”
    “He’s the same old jealous and possessive James,” she shrugs like nothing’s changed and isn’t actually that bothered. “As you probably already know, I have a new assistant and he is soooo hot. Like really amazingly hot. Nowhere near as hot as James, or Lucas or Jacob but he’s still fucking hot.”
    “He’s hot?” I just want to hear her say it again.
    “So, so, very, extremely hot,” with a hand fanning her face she turns her phone towards me.
    I look at the tanned skinned, black haired Italian looking beauty and murmur my agreement, “Shit babe… he is hot.”
    “Yeah, James hates him.”
    I snort, “No kidding.”
    “But he’s amazing, and his references are excellent. He doesn’t mind travelling. He’s a proper PA, Margie was great but she’s just had a kid and she likes working with Oliver,” Maya shrugs. Oliver is the guy who took over Maya’s office when she left James and moved to LA. Margie is… or was… her assistant for a few years and also a preacher’s wife. Introductions over. “He’s the same age as Lucas. He dresses well, he’s intelligent, funny, and great to talk to,