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“Fuck yes. I planned every single move they’ll make. It’s what we do here.” I must look confused because she starts to explain. “Sorry if we’re making you feel uncomfortable, but there’s no need to ruin my scene because you can’t handle it.”
“I’m so sorry. I… I thought I was helping. Please forgive me.” I don’t look at Damon. Something tells me he isn’t happy that I just interfered, but my human instinct to help took over. I’m completely embarrassed and feel awkward standing in the room as they all try to get back into character… or whatever it is they do. Humiliation overwhelms me until I can’t breathe, making me reach for the door and run until I hit the fresh air outside.
Expecting him to follow, I’m surprised when it’s Joe I eventually see coming out of the house instead. “Are you alright, ma’am?”
“I’ll be fine, thank you.”
“Let me take you home.”
“No just give me a minute and I’ll be ready to go back in.”
“Mr. Deverick has asked me to take you home.” My heart sinks with his words. Just like that I’m no longer important enough for him to tell me it’s not going to work out himself. He sends his hired help to do the dirty work… all because I made a mistake and needed some fresh air.
“Great. Thank you, Joe.” I try not to allow him to see how frustrated I am, but I’m sure it’s written all over my face. I feel foolish for even coming here today and should’ve known better than to think I wanted involved in anything that involved a man that is as infuriating as Damon is.
I walk in front of Joe, making my way down the trail much faster than I did when we entered. It’s amazing what you can do when you have your eye sight to help. What was I thinking? This is so ridiculous.
My heart doesn’t know how fast to beat today and this is even more mortifying than what happened in that room. He’s blatant dismissal of me is demeaning and disrespectful. I can’t believe I ever let him get to me like he did.
The more I think about it all, the madder I get and the more I want to go back and scream my frustrations in his face for turning me upside down like this. Just two days ago, I was loving my hermit life and avoiding any drama in the outside world, my apartment walls were there to protect me from all of this nonsense. And now I’ve been rejected by some pompous asshole who pushed me into all of this even though I told him no more than once.
“I’m sorry, Joe, I’ll be right back. I left something inside.” I turn around and begin my walk back, planning to storm in and give him a piece of my mind.
“Miss. Richards, would you like me to come with you?”
“No, thank you. I’ll be fine.” The path takes too long allowing me to get even more upset as I make my way back. Who does he think he is bringing me into a place like this and then disregarding me when I don’t like something I see.
I get back to the house and I’m approached by a man before I even get to the door. “It’s locked.”
“Well unlock it. I need to talk to Damon.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes. Apparently, all day.” He opens the front door, but blocks me from going any further in the house.
“Let me check with him first. Please wait right here.” He points to Damon’s office and gestures for me to sit in the same chair I sat in earlier. My chest heaves as I anticipate what I’m about to say.
“Miss Richards, he’ll be here shortly.” I scan the room, trying to calm my nerves with any distraction I can find. The door sliding open behind me has me standing in an instant, all the fury returning in a rush.
“How dare you just dismiss me like that, just because I care about someone who seemed to be hurting? I won’t ever apologize for trying to help someone. You have no idea how rarely that actually happens.” I seethe my words in his direction while he stands still and allows me to say everything I need to say. “You practically stalked me. Why? To bring me here and mortify me before you just send me off with the hired help. You don’t even have the decency to tell me to get lost yourself. Well, let me save you the trouble, Mr. Deverick. I’m leaving here and I don’t want you to bother me again. Don’t email me and don’t fucking call me.”
He doesn’t move toward me as I yell at him, his face showing amusement as I express my anger, only pissing me off even more. Jesus, how does he spin me in all directions with a mere change of his expressions.
“And don’t look at me like that.”
“Are you finished?”
“You bet your ass I am.” I turn to leave his office, slamming the door as I go. Joe is waiting at the end of the path, holding the limo open for me. It isn’t until I sit in the backseat that I exhale a much needed breath of air even though I don’t feel any better after that dramatic exit I just made.
