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“August, you’re joking. This is ridiculous.”
“Please go away, Octavia. I’m not going to spend all day arguing with you. No one is allowed to talk to Emma like that, not even a Beaumont.”
Octavia huffs.
“You’re a boring academic nerd, anyway,” she replies to the doctor. “Truth be told, I’m embarrassed to be seen with you.”
It’s like I’m back at Irina’s ballet school, having to deal with a high school bully like Britney again.
The atmosphere is so tense.
But August refuses to give in. He merely stares right back at the influencer, completely unmoved by her venom.
“I really do think it’s time for you to leave, Octavia.”
The influencer grimaces at August, repeats the same expression at me, and then – finally – turns and walks out of the hospital. The tension dies immediately after she’s out of the doors.
August finally looks at me properly, then.
“I’m sorry, Emma...”
He’s starting to talk, but I don’t want to hear what he has to say. I’m shaken by what the hell just happened. I can’t believe he dated Octavia. I really just want to go home.
I really just want to hide away forever.
And so I storm out of the hospital, ignoring August and his damn apologies.
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EMMA
I keep walking away from the front doors of the hospital, and I don’t dare stop. I silently pray that August isn’t following me out here.
But he is.
I don’t even need to glance behind to know that the doctor is trailing behind. I can justsensethat August is on the prowl and that he is catching up to me.
And my suspicions are proven just as I reach the end of the street outside the hospital and I hear his voice behind me.
“Emma.”
The way he says my name... it’s like we’re teenagers all over again...
And I find it hard to resist him or his deep silky voice and how my name falls from his lips.
And yet I still don’t turn around. I simply cross my arms and continue walking away. I’m not falling for his baritone.
“What do you want, August?” I ask him, still moving.
I still don’t want to look at the man.
His voice echoes toward me.
“I want to say sorry about Octavia.”
Sorry?
That makes me stop. That makes me turn around to face him.
