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We leave the restaurant. I spot Keith, Dorian’s main driver, ahead by the lamppost. He’s leaning against the Bentley.

He greet us with his usual good-natured smile. But it falters the moment we get close and he sees the fury on our faces.

I do however manage to crack the faintest of smiles before climbing into the back of the car. Dorian slides in besides me and gives the order for Keith to go.

Moments later we’re on the way.

Dorian glares at me but I keep my gaze out the window, hoping the fury simmering beneath my skin will calm. It’s not likely.

I’m not just mad about the restaurant. It’s everything else.

I’m glad when he says nothing. It’s because of Keith. I noticed for the few times I’ve been around him that Dorian doesn’t lose his cool around his staff.

It’s just me he’s a dick to, whether he speaks to me or not.

The car continues down the road, and Dorian’s eyes never leave me.

I don’t give him the satisfaction of my attention.

The more he stares, the more I ignore him.

But the silence between us isn’t quiet.

It’s waiting.

Waiting to explode.

Chapter 33

Elodie

The traffic slows us down, adding more time to my torment.

Nearly two hours pass before the familiar wrought iron gates of Dorian’s home finally come into view and we drive inside.

It takes another couple of minutes to reach the house and park by the steps where we always get out.

I’m the first one to leave. Usually I’d tell Keith goodbye and wish him a good day but I don’t want to talk.

Dorian is right behind me and I know he can’t wait to get inside so he can trash me out. As if I was the one who did anything wrong.

Bastard.

He’s driving me fucking crazy. I don’t know how I haven’t lost my mind yet.

And the silence… it’s not doing me any favors.

I want to rip into him, but if I start talking—or rather—shouting—I’ll never stop.

Shit. I’m so off my game I end up verging into the living room by accident.

He follows. Of course.

“So that’s it? You’re just going to keep walking. Avoid me?” Dorian growls.

“Leave me alone.” I toss the words over my shoulder.

He catches up to me and grabs my arm. “We’re going to talk about this.”