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I don’t care if that’s humiliating.
He can also fuck himself.
Men suck.
CHAPTER 17
Dawson
“Who was that?” Lesley asks.
“No one,” I reply, watching Honey leave the restaurant.
“That is the woman from the store, is it not?” Daphne inquires.
Lesley smirks as she puts two and two together.
“She’s beautiful,” Lesley adds. “Unlike you to fuck your staff. I hope she’s signed a contract.”
I don’t bother telling her that she hasn’t. And she doesn’t push me on it either. Besides, there is nothing between Honey and me. Couldn’t be.
“Find out about that man she had dinner with,” I tell Henry.
We’re here to discuss the problem of the stranger using my name and company, and Henry does a lot of digging for me. Like Crue stated, it’s been hard to find his identity. Even the street cameras didn’t get a clearvision of him, and he’d used public transport, so there was no license plate to track either.
But Henry is good at what he does—he’s young and eager to make himself useful. He nods and opens his phone, and I know he’s hacking into the restaurant’s reservation system.
“Why do you care who she had dinner with?” Lesley asks, smirking.
“Even my contract isn’t exclusive to just Dawson,” Daphne says under her breath to Lesley. They both laugh.
“Lesley”—I turn, facing her—“you may get a lot of things from me, and I find you very useful, but I can always replace you.”
“You can’t, and you know it,” she says, reaching for her drink and offering a cheers to Daphne.
I could, but damn, it would be hard to find someone as good as she is.
“Found him,” Henry announces and shows me a picture of a man who looks exactly like the man Honey was sitting with. I’d been watching her since she came in, and she was all smiles at first, but it didn’t take long for that to change. It took all my restraint not to interfere. Honey means nothing to me, but when he left her with the bill? That isnothow any woman should be treated, and he’s about to learn a painful lesson.
“Come on, Henry, let’s go for a drive.”
“Dawson,” Lesley warns. I ignore her as I toss my credit card onto thetable.
“Ladies, enjoy your evening. I heard the fishbowl margarita is a particular favorite here.”
Daphne squeals and hangs off Lesley, and I know she’s doing it purposefully to try and pull Lesley’s attention away from me. I feel Lesley’s gaze on my back as Henry and I leave the restaurant.
The man waseasy to track down because he keeps his social media profile public and tags himself wherever he goes.
Like a real dick.
He didn’t go far, just down the road to a bar. I find him straight away, talking to a woman who I can tell by her body language wants him far away from her. But he seems to be stupid enough that he can’t read the signs.
Walking up to the woman, I step in front of him and offer her a smile. “Your friend asked me to save you,” I tell her. Her eyes go wide, and she nods. Then she leans in and whispers, “Thank you,” before she hurries off.
“Man, that was so uncool. I could have had her if you hadn’t interrupted,” he grumbles.
“You think?” I turn around to face him.
