Chapter 14

LUKE

I received a message from Ericka saying she would meet with Nate.

Nate? Who the fuck was Nate? I clearly told her not to meet with any man before we met. I wanted her to taste me without interruption. It would be too much of a chore to fuck a woman who was committed.

Then she replied, telling me it was a friend who proposed to her roommate. Katherine was one of the only names she mentioned in three months of our charade. If only she had told me her full name, I could track this Katherine, then I would know which apartment in Cambridge she was living in. She was good at hiding her tracks.

I couldn’t find any potential female I could fuck for the last three weeks because I was always fucking dealing with something.

The first week, I found a potential date to fuck from another dating app, but she lied about her profile picture. It was her friend’s. It means she was another fucking liar.

The second week was supposed to be last Saturday. A witch showed up, and she was supposed to be my little sister. Gene’s daughter—the mother figure I respected too much. This woman was getting on my every last nerve.

She was just a small girl who sat alone in the corner the first time I saw her at our parent’s wedding. However, she came back a few years later as a confident young woman. Full and ripe with fuckable lips and a beautiful innocent face that had my cock hard in the past few days. She was supposed to be out of my league. She was supposed to be out of my reach.

A few minutes later, the witch came back. We’d finished dinner, and I didn’t eat sweet foods, but I sat with them because I couldn’t leave Rebecca. She wasn’t just my lawyer, but someone I thought I could trust.

“You’re back. Is everything alright with your friend?” Dad asked.

“Uh, it’s fine. But my classmate needed help with something. I actually wanted to tell you that I’m going out tomorrow. I’m meeting my friend.”

“Tomorrow? In Manhattan?” Gene asked her curiously, a bit surprised.

“Yes, Nate’s here in New York. He wants us to meet.”

Nate? Why was that name coming out too often today?

“Nate? I haven’t heard that name before,” Dad said.

“Is it Nathaniel? The boy you introduced during my last visit?” Gene asked again as she ate her dessert. “A nice guy, should I say. Who is he visiting here? Is he with Katherine?”

The witch grinned sweetly at Gene’s comment. It was unfortunate that she was too beautiful when she smiled, and it had my cock twitching in my pants.

Hold on. What? Katherine?

I scrolled through my messages again, and the same name flashed on my screen. What the hell was going on?

My blood pressure rose as my mind started playing ridiculous unwanted thoughts.

“Nate’s originally from Brooklyn, and Katherine is on vacation with her family,” the witch went on.

“Well, if it’s really important, then you should go see Nate,” Gene agreed.

Katherine and Nate… hmm.

This could be just a coincidence. I tried to think of the probability that this witch probably knew Ericka. But I found it hard to connect because Ericka was an IT professional who worked at an IT company in Massachusetts. She was a twenty-eight-year-old woman, a graduate of Harvard. Unless…

I watched her intently and tried to think of the coincidences between Jax, Ericka, me, and the witch.

And just like the witch, Ericka lived in Cambridge. Ericka told me she was visiting a family in New York the day the witch came home. Ericka told me she would meet her mother and hadn’t seen her for a long time.

I watched Gene’s daughter and listened carefully to her speech pattern, the way she laughed, and the names Katherine and Nate…

God, no. It’s not possible.

I scanned through my phone and dialed Ericka’s number. I waited for a minute to see if she would pick up, but there was no response from her. I phoned her again, but there was still no reaction.

I sighed in relief. I must be imagining things.

“Thanks, Mom. I kinda need to go out as well.”

“If your mom allows you, I will too,” Dad said, nodding in approval. “It’s time you see the world outside.”

“I would love to see the city.”

Suddenly, a loud ringtone reverberated in every corner of the room, but she hit the end call.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

What the fuck!