Be My Baby by Andrea Smith Read Free Book Online

your
generosity but don't you think your husband is going to be
pissed?"
    I held up my champagne flute for a
toast.
    "Here's to pissed off husbands," I said,
tapping my flute gently against hers.
    It was a little after 7:00 p.m. when the
limo pulled up to the mansion. I gave one of my credit cards to the
driver to swipe for payment and then threw a generous tip on top of
it. He saw us to the door carrying our packages.
    Edie took my packages once inside and said
she would deliver them to my room and have the washables laundered
before I wore them. I thanked her.
    "No, thank you, Tylar. I've had the
best time today."
    "Don't forget tomorrow night we're going
clubbing after your shift," I reminded her.
    I heard my father approaching across the
hardwood floor towards the entry hall.
    "Tylar, I've been worried. We've been
holding dinner for you."
    "I’m sorry Dad, the time just slipped by so
quickly."
    He was studying my new hairstyle. He had
that 'judge perusal' thing going on again. I twirled around so that
he could get the full view of my shiny new hairstyle.
    "Do you like it?" I asked.
    "Darling, the important thing is that you
like it," he replied. "Let's have dinner."
    Over dinner Dad mentioned that Trey had
phoned him to see how I was doing.
    "Since you weren't home and I had no clue
where you were I couldn't tell him much," he said.
    (Holy shit! Was he going all 'father' on me
now?)
    "Dad, I'm sorry," I replied, "I really
thought that we'd be back before you got home. Edie and I went into
Baton Rouge. I pampered myself just as Trey suggested I do, that's
all."
    My father eyed me warily. It reminded me a
bit of Trey.
    "That's good. You still may want to call and
check in with him so that he doesn't worry," he suggested.
    "I will. Now tell me about your day."
    After dinner I retreated to my suite. Edie
had hung up the coat and sweaters; she had taken everything else I
had bought to be laundered. She had put my make-up in the bathroom
and my jewelry was on the dresser.
    I pulled my Blackberry out of my purse to
put on the charger. I noticed that I had several text messages.
There were two from Trey; one from Gina.
    Trey had texted the first time at around
1:30 this afternoon:
     
    'I hope you are relaxing
and pampering yourself like a good girl. I love and miss you,
Tylar.'
     
    His second text message and come in around
7:30 this evening:
     
    'Your father is worried
about you. I talked to him about an hour ago and he said he hasn't
heard from you all day. Please let me know that you are
okay.'
     
    Gina's text had come in at 8:03 p.m about
fifteen minutes prior.
    'Ty - call me when you get
this. You evidently have your fucking phone on mute. Trey is a
fucking mess! He and Tristan got into it BIG TIME!'
     
    I phoned Gina immediately. She answered
after the first ring.
    "It's about damned time girlfriend. Your
calls are going straight to voicemail. Are you avoiding me
too?"
    "Of course not, Gina. I just now pulled my
phone out and saw all of these text messages."
    "I only texted you once but I must've called
you like five times."
    "Trey texted me twice earlier. I guess he
called my father too. So what's the emergency?"
    "Well, Trey is basically a mess over all of
this which in my opinion serves him right, but I still feel for the
Hot Nazi. Tristan laid him out good."
    "Oh my God, you mean they got into a
brawl?"
    "No, not that way. He laid him out verbally.
Trey shows up at the club this afternoon around 6:00 p.m. when
Tristan is working the bar. It's pretty crowded with the after-five
crowd and I guess Trey was all pissing and moaning into his suds.
He's all 'I can't lose her,' 'I love her so fucking much,' blah,
blah, blah. Finally, Tristan had just had enough. He got into
Trey's face and blasted him verbally. He told him that he should've
appreciated what he had before he fucked it up. He told Trey he
wouldn't blame you if you fucked every guy in Baton Rouge after the
way that Trey had treated you. He told him to get