Justice For Juniper novel Chapter 3

A giggle from Adil made her frown. What was this guy’s problem? He looked like he’d spent all night dumpster diving from the mess of his hair and the ratty jeans he wore and yet his devil may care attitude and wide smile was charming. She could understand why he was a PI because she bet he disarmed a lot of people with his easygoing personality.

Her eyes were drawn back to Phineas in his no-nonsense suit and tie and worse attitude when he continued his story. “The one and only thing I’d insisted on for the wedding reception was a catering company. It was all I asked. The caterer is the wife of a friend who was starting her own business after being a chef in restaurants for years. This big event would put her on the map. I caught Denise berating her and then,” he clenched his jaw, “she fucking hit her. Denise slapped her, pushed her to the floor, and said once she was Mrs. Perez, she would make sure nobody would ever hire her again and she would ruin her name in catering. Do you know why she did this? Over gouda. She hit and berated a woman over fucking gouda being used instead of cheese with holes in it. I dragged her out of there and put her in her place.”

“She beat a woman up over cheese?”

“Gouda!” Adil said with a laugh.

“I took a moment during the reception to toast the caterer and hired her on the spot as the exclusive and only caterer I would use for all Perez Industries functions.”

“But his bride wasn’t done,” Benicio snorted. “Tell her about the morning after.”

“The wedding night was shit. I slept in a guest bedroom because her perfume was making me want to puke after all the booze I drank. Honestly, I know we fucked, but I still contend I didn’t come, and I was still wearing my suit entirely in the morning. I’d only unzipped and pulled it out,” he smirked, “technically I pulled out twice.”

“Too much information!” she held her hand up disgustedly. “You do know I work in your HR department!”

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes, “anyway, next morning I’m sleeping off my hangover in the guest bedroom and I hear her on the phone in my room where I was sleeping. She’s literally in my room and talking on the phone. She says, I’m still passed-out cold from all the fun. I lay there listening to her telling one of her friends how it was the best sex of her life, she couldn’t wait to get pregnant and already made plans to get her IUD out. Then,” he made a face as Benicio snickered, “she stole my wallet.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“She stole my wallet from my jacket. I watched her do it. She thought I was sleeping. She literally opened my suit jacket, took my wallet, and started flipping through it. When I asked her what the fuck she was doing, she said she needed a credit card for one of the wedding staffers. Lying bitch.”

“You’re saying you hate her because she’s mean to service workers, is a gold digger, lied about you being decent in bed and removed her IUD without talking to you about it?”

“I’m good in bed!”

“Says the guy who didn’t even get naked on his wedding night and now won’t sleep with his own wife and thinks she is screwing around with my husband. I’m thinking this is a you-problem.” She wasn’t sure where this level of sass was coming from but the fact the three of them were being so incredibly inappropriate in her workplace was annoying.

“Look, you asked why I hated her, it’s because I don’t like snobs. I have money. I have tons of money, but I worked my ass off to get where I am, and I would never look down on anyone because of their social circumstances. My mother taught me better. The fact my grandfather put in the cheating clause keeps me from divorcing her and giving her money she doesn’t deserve. I am trapped in my own house because my grandfather insists she lives with me. I sleep there,” he pointed to a sofa, “most nights. I don’t trust her not to drug my food she wants that baby so bad.” He gave an exaggerated shudder.

“All of this, at the risk of repeating myself, is your problem. I trust my husband.” Her eyes flicked to the phone’s image. “If my husband saw her six months ago and felt sorry for her, I believe it’s nothing more than this. He wouldn’t betray me. He took our vows seriously. Our sex life is damn good. I think you’re grasping at straws.”

“Then prove she’s doing nothing with him. If you trust him, putting the camera in there to vindicate him, isn’t going to cause any harm then. Prove me wrong.” Adil wiggled the phone, “maybe this is simply her asking an attorney who deals with real estate law, to get her contacts with the realtors he works with to hook her up for work, though, she hasn’t taken a single interior design job since her engagement. She does nothing at all and she’s bored. Seducing your husband and hiding it from hers would be a piece of cake for her.”

“She doesn’t work?”

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