Page 88 of Drawn Together

I avoided his blue eyes, fixing my gaze on the window.

Liam sighed deeply. My silence must’ve given me away.

“Marfil… are you seriously in love with that idiot?”

Was it that obvious?

I picked up my bag. “Don’t make a big deal over it, okay?” I answered, annoyed.

Liam shook his head. “I always knew this moment would come.”

I spun around to look at him. “What?”

“I knew you would end up falling in love with the first guy who rejected you, a guy your father would never approve of, and that you’d fall hard. I knew it as soon as I saw the way you look at him.”

“And how do I look at him, if you don’t mind telling me?”

Liam leaned against the dresser and crossed his arms. “You look at him like you expect him to rescue you from the life you were born into.”

I stood in silence, processing what he’d just said to me.

“I don’t need anyone to save me. When are you guys going to get that through your heads?”

I left without waiting for his response.

When I stepped out of the building, Sebastian opened the car door and got out.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I said.

He didn’t bat an eye. “It concerns me that you haven’t realized by now that I’m not going to leave you unprotected.”

He looked annoyingly handsome, even in his disheveled stateand the fact that he’d surely slept like shit. I wanted, Ineeded, to touch him, feeling that longing more intensely than ever.

“You said you would wait for me at my apartment.”

“I said no such thing.”

His self-control was unnerving as fuck.

I huffed angrily and got in the car.

Sebastian got in after me and gave me a look that made me think he had something more to say, but then he seemed to think better of it, starting the car.

When we got back to the Upper East Side and entered my building, there was a giant bouquet of flowers on the front desk beside Norman, who looked at Sebastian somberly.

“Miss Marfil, these flowers arrived for you,” he said, then looked to Sebastian. “Mr. Moore, I haven’t touched them or brought them up, just as you instructed me to do with anything that comes for Miss Cortés.”

“Very good, Norman. Thank you,” he said as I moved over to the flowers and, with shaky hands, picked up the card inside.

I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Have dinner with me.

Marcus

Before I could tear the card into a thousand pieces, Sebastian pulled it out of my hand and read it without my permission. He didn’t say anything, just stuck the note in his pocket.

“Get rid of them, Norman,” he said, then followed me into the elevator.

He stood behind me, so I couldn’t see his expression, but I supposed it was as dark as mine. That asshole Marcus had just ruined my day, and it was only ten o’clock in the morning.