Free Twisted Perfection by Abbi Glines

I wasn’t that good of an actor. I preferred to stand over by the bar and drink shots of whiskey.
         “She’s a looker. If you’re gonna get hitched at least you picked beauty and money. Surely that’s something. You look ready to murder anyone who gets close to you,” Jace said as he took up the spot beside me at the bar.
         Angelina was beautiful in a cold classical way. She was elegant and refined and manipulative.
         “Can’t be happy that I’ve become my dad’s fucking puppet,” I replied and heard the slur in my words. Maybe I’d had too much to drink.
         “There’s that,” he agreed and picked up my whiskey and finished it off before I could. “Probably need to cut yourself off.”
         “Probably, but then I’d have to endure this sober.”
         Jace let out a sigh. “I wasn’t going to bring this up but what happened last night with Della?”
         I picked up my empty glass and shook it at the bartender. “Nothing,” I lied.
         Jace smirked. “That’s not what Bethy said. Apparently your shirt was off and your pants were undone.”
         Hell. Figures Bethy had to tell him the details. “I met Della four months ago. We had a night- a really, really fantastic night. Then she walked back into my life and I lost my damn mind. That’s what happened.”
         Jace let out a low whistle. “Shit.”
         He had no idea. This was all shit- the marriage, my father, the job that should be mine without fucking strings. My life was shit. Then there was Della. Sweet, sexy fun Della and I couldn’t touch her. She was off limits to me now. “I don’t think I’m gonna ever forget the taste of her.” My drunken tongue was loose. It was a good thing Jace was the only one standing around to hear me.
         “The job with your dad is worth all this?” Jace asked. I knew he was thinking I was a weak sonuvabitch. I wasn’t strong enough to break free.
         “I’m not Tripp. I can’t just leave it all behind. Unlike him I want this life. I want that job. It’s mine, dammit.”
         Jace nodded and reached out to take the whiskey I’d just been served and was about to down. “I said I was cutting you off. Let’s get you out of here for a few minutes. The cool night air might sober you up enough to go speak to guests and actually act like you want this job you’re willing to let control your life.”
         I started to follow him. Getting out of here sounded great. “Where’s Bethy?” I asked, looking around for his other half.
         “She’s with Della in the kitchen working. She didn’t want to come to this tonight and asked if I minded if she worked instead.”
         Della was in the kitchen? I paused outside the ballroom and looked down the hall toward the door that led to the kitchen. Della was in there. I needed to apologize. Explain. Something.
         “I need to go find Della. She needs to understand,” I said, turning to head for the kitchen.
         Jace’s hand clamped down on my shoulder. “No man. That’s a real bad idea. You’re engaged and Della is your employee. Draw a line and stay behind it .”
     
         “I already drew the damn line when I put that ring on Angelina’s finger. I just want to explain it to her. She doesn’t understand.” I’d fucked her then I’d told her I was getting engaged and she’d run off. I couldn’t keep picturing the look on her face. It was killing me.
         “Do you think it’s gonna do any good? What will it accomplish? Leave the girl alone.”
        He didn’t understand. I shook my head and walked to the kitchen.
         “I think Tripp likes her. I think she’ll be the reason he comes home. He might not have thought it through when he sent her here but he had other reasons. He’s never let anyone live in his condo before. She’s different.”
         I stopped. My chest ached and my stomach felt as if it were being