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“It’s not going anywhere if that’s what you mean,” I tell her, smiling as we get in the car where Crue is already waiting. He nods to me and pulls my sister closer to him. I sit across from them, trying to look anywhere other than his wandering hands.
“Good, I hope it stays that way,” she says. For someone who gets along with him great, she certainly has an issue with me becoming too friendly, which I can understand.
Bad guy and everything.
Rya makes small talk with me for the rest of the car ride until we arrive at one of the restaurants Crue owns. I’m starting to think he owns half of NewYork. There’s already a room full of people—a handful I recognize from their wedding and others I don’t know. They’re the same sort of company my father keeps. Powerful men and women who border on the line of mistrust but have to be nice enough to keep their alliances tight. I now realize how tiring it all is. It’s all for show and power plays.
The one person I knew would be here is leaning against the bar, holding a glass in his hand as he stares at me. Dawson’s gaze eats me up while he takes a mouthful of his drink. Beside him is the woman who auctioned me off, Lesley.
Is he fucking her too?Gah. I hate myself for even having the thought.
A few people greet us as we enter, and I feel his stare burning into the back of me. I slowly make my way to the bar on the other side of the room. And as I place my order, I know without looking that he’s standing next to me. He smells of spice and vanilla.
“Are you avoiding me?” Dawson asks. My drink gets placed in front of me, and I try not to look his way. “Oh, so you are.” I go to walk away, but he steps in front of me. “We don’t have to talk when I take you home and fuck you into oblivion.” My harsh gaze cuts to him. “Aww, there she is,” he purrs.
“Cut the bullshit,” I say, and he actually smiles. “You left me high and dry at my apartment. I won’t play this game with you. It’s giving me whiplash.”
He acts wounded. “You quit your job to avoid me.”
I shrug. “Felt like a career change. I’ve recently come into a lot of money. So it appears I don’t need yours any more,” I say as I lift the glass to my lips.
His smile quirks. “I know you’ve thought about that day since I left your apartment, and I know you want to do it again.”
I hate that he’s right, but I don’t admit it. “Why? So you can do your disappearing act again? You’re getting good at that,” I spit venomously. Spiteful in how my body wants to reach out and touch him. I knew it would be hard to see him again but fuck me, this is toxic. I can’t breathe around him because I want to fuck him.
“I’m not good for you. But also, it’s fucking evident I can’t contain myself around you either.”
Interesting.But it doesn’t mean he won’t leave me high and dry again.
“What would you like to do to fix this?” he asks.
I don’t even want to ask what “this” is.
“Go away,” I reply, stepping around him. I walk straight over to where my sister is and feel him follow. I honestly didn’t think he would, considering she may very well kill him.
“Rya, Crue,” he greets, sliding in beside me.
Rya looks at me before she smiles politely at Dawson.
“Good to see you, Dawson. I hear you’ve been keeping busy,” Rya says.
“Yes, your sisterkeeps me busy.”
Shit! I almost choke on my drink. It’s the complete opposite of what I told her earlier.
“Is that so? And you see her often?” she presses.
“I’ve seen her multiple times. When was the last time? At your apartment?” Dawson asks me.
“Yes, I think it was. And I heard you were very interested in the fact that you wanted to intrude on my lunch with one of your girlfriends. Do you call them that, the women you fuck?” I ask him.
Everything seems to go quiet.
“I’m not sure. What would we call you? Is girlfriend the term you’re hoping for?”
“Dawson, I think we need to talk,” Crue interrupts and places a hand on Dawson’s shoulder. I look away from Dawson and blow out a breath. Crue drags Dawson away, and Rya pulls me in to whisper to me, “I thought you said nothing was happening. Are you sleeping with him?”
Fuck.
