Page 33 of Score Her Heart

It took nearly all day, and it was around dinner time when we got all of Fi’s stuff into the SUVs. In the end, she left behind her old bookcase because it was in really bad shape and her writing desk. I had a pretty decent desk in the second bedroom that I used as my office/guest room, and I told her I could get her some nice bookshelves. The majority of the stuff she had was books and some glassware that she wanted to keep. I noticed she left a pair of underwear and some paperwork on the kitchen counter, but I’d ask her about that later.

She ordered a pizza when we got back to my condo and started bringing in all the boxes. Benny was a champ and such a good friend for helping us out today; I think I owed him three beers.

I saw her starting to unpack all her boxes while Benny and I chowed down on the pizza. “Sweetheart, come on, leave it for tomorrow,” I chastised her.

Benny gave me a sly look at the pet-name that had slipped out, but I ignored him.

She glared at me. “I need to get all my research books out.”

“Fiona,” I warned sternly.

“Aaron,” she snapped back in the same tone of voice.

Seemed like she liked to use my first name either in bed or when she was mad at me. This was very confusing for me. Especially since my dick thought the angry tone of her voice meant it was time to come out and play. I shifted in my seat, uncomfortably.

Benny raised his eyebrows up at the sound of my first name. No one really used it, like no one ever really called him Michael. I wasn’t even sure his girlfriend called him by his first name.

Benny scowled at his phone, so I nudged him. “What’s up?”

He shook his head. “Fucking Stephanie.”

I raised my eyebrows at that. “Huh.”

He glared dark eyes at me. “What does that ‘huh’ mean?”

I shrugged. “I thought you broke up.”

“No…it was just a disagreement.”

I nodded and decided not to butt my nose into it anymore. I had already given him my opinion on that, and he didn’t want to hear it anymore.

Fi stood up from her crouched position on the floor, where the moving boxes were now scattered around my living room. She walked over to the table in the kitchen and finally took a seat, and grabbed a slice of pizza.

“Who’s Stephanie?” she asked Benny.

“My girlfriend…I think?” he explained with an unsure shrug.

Fi eyed me in question, but I shrugged. At this point, her guess was as good as mine. “You guess?” she asked.

Benny ran a brown hand down his face and stroked his beard. “We’ve been fighting. A lot. It’s complicated.”

“Buddy, you need to stay here tonight?” I asked.

Benny’s brown eyes slid over to Fi, who was shoveling pizza in her mouth. “Um…no. Also, maybe you should talk to your wife before you ask me that?”

Fi shrugged. “It’s his place.”

“Sweetheart…” I sighed. I didn’t want it to just be my place anymore.

She shrugged. “What? It is. What’s going on with the girlfriend, Benny?”

Benny tipped back his head and laughed. “You two are perfect for each other, annoying and all up in my business.”

Fi held her hands up in surrender. “Hey, I just met you. I don’t even know your girlfriend.”

He sighed. “Sorry, you’re right. We got into another argument. I should probably get home and defuse the situation.”

I gave Fi a warning look to drop it. If I couldn’t get Benny to talk about his weird relationship, I didn’t think she could either.