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“We can drop you off.”
“Are you sure? I hate to impose.”
“Yes, Nyla, I’m sure.”
Angelina sat beside him with a snarl targeted at me. “Call her a car service.”
“Then you can join her,” Vincenzo quipped.
Her mouth snapped shut.
I quickly took out the necessary papers and locked the car. Mark would kill me for leaving his baby on the side of the road. “Will my car be all right here?”
“My people will fill it up and drop it to you later.” Vincenzo tapped on his phone.
Angelina’s shoulders slumped when he asked her to move across the seat to make room for me. I wondered why she was in his car with him so late.
“Are you coming?” Angelina asked when we reached her house five minutes later. She rubbed her hand along Vincenzo’s arm.
He removed her hand. “Goodnight, Angelina.”
“Is she going home with you?” Angelina’s jealousy was evident as she exited the car.
“Drive, Carter,” Vincenzo instructed, slamming the door in her face.
Carter pulled away.
I glanced at Vincenzo. “You could’ve called for car service. I hate to be the cause of Angelina’s misconceptions.”
“Misconceptions?”
I fidgeted with my hands. “That something is going on between us.”
Vincenzo laughed loudly as if the idea were ridiculous.
“Asshole,” I mumbled as the car arrived outside my building. I shoved the door open.
A hand gripped my wrist, stalling me. “No goodnight?”
I raised my gaze from his hand on my wrist to his smirking face. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, asshole. Isn’t that what you really want to say?” Vincenzo taunted, releasing my wrist.
I scrambled from the car and slammed the door, running up the steps into my building. No one had ever made me feel as powerless as Vincenzo.
After tapping the alarm off the next morning, I tossed the covers back and ran a hand through my hair. Mark didn’t come home the night before and sleeping alone after having a crazy dream about my boss pissed me off.
After showering and locking up the apartment, I stopped to look at Mark’s car out front. Feeling a little hurt by his jab about me minding my business, I shook it off and left to meet up with my friend for the day.
Chapter 5
Nyla
Cassandra and I were shopping and having lunch. She had no idea what I’d planned with Mark, and I wouldn’t put her in the middle of my mess, so I pretended everything was fine.
“So, his secretary hates you?” Cassandra asked, flipping through a rack of clothes.
I tugged on a vest. “Yeah, though she has no reason to hate me.”
