Page 35 of His Lair

“It’s fine. I don’t mind. Besides, mothers usually love me. I have that whole southern hospitality thing they just can’t resist.” Evie grins.

“My mother isn’t… Well, if she gives you any grief, let me know.” I doubt even that crazy-ass woman would be stupid enough to fuck with Emmanuel by targeting his girl.

I turn to look at Lailani, and she’s gone again. I start searching the room and can’t see her anywhere. So I pull out my phone and send her a message. I need to see her.

Me:

Meet me at my place in an hour.

Her response comes almost immediately.

Lailani:

I’m busy.

Me:

Doing what?

Lailani:

Not you.

I chuckle. She’s not usually this feisty. Maybe seeing me with another woman really pissed her off.

Me:

She was my mother.

Lailani.:

Who?

Me:

The woman you saw me with.

Lailani:

Okay.

Me:

My place? An hour?

Lailani:

Still busy.

I shake my head and pocket my phone. If she’s not going to come to me, I’ll go to her. And I’ll wait around until she’snotbusy.

Chapter Sixteen

Ihave absolutely no reason tonotbelieve him. If Sammie says the knockout-gorgeous woman he was talking to was his mother, then I guess she’s his mother. I also have absolutely no reason to be jealous either. Because he isn’t mine. We are notexclusive. I have no claim over him. If he wants to talk to other women, he is free to do so.

Knowing this does nothing to tamp down the jealousy coursing through me, though. I hate it. I don’t usually have self-doubt or think I’m less-than. I don’t know what it is with Sammie that makes me so damn insecure.

I left, made up something to Fefe about not feeling well, and told her I had to go home. But I didn’t go home. I need to be alone right now. I need to figure out a way to get over myself and this insane jealousy. Which is why I came to Paris and booked a room.