Page 20 of Billionaire Bad Boy Auction

The woman smirked. “Sounds like Dean’s got a soft spot for the hometown girl. Never thought I’d see the day.”

I glared at her. “Who are you?”

She raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Just saying, she’s not exactly the golden child anymore.”

“People should mind their own damn business,” I snapped, my voice sharp enough to make her flinch. Too bad. She was welcome to hit the fucking road at any time. I hadn’t invited her to my shop. “Portia didn’t ask for anyone’s opinion. No one here has any right to judge her.”

Seth chuckled, shaking his head. “Damn, Dean. Didn’t know you were her knight in shining armor now.”

I turned on him, my patience wearing thin. “And I don’t know why you keep bringing her up all the damn time. We all get it. You don’t like her. Duly noted. But for the record, you’re in no position to judge her, Seth. Not with all the dumb shit you’ve pulled over the years.”

His smirk faltered, but he tried to play it off with a shrug, still trying to look cool in front of his trashy fuck buddy. “Hey, I’m just stating facts, Dean.”

“Yeah? Well, your facts are getting on my damn nerves,” I shot back. “You want to talk about people falling flat on their face? Let’s start with you.”

“Alright, alright,” Seth interrupted. “Shit, Dean. I get it.”

“I hope so,” I told him. “I’ve got shit to do and I don’t want to hear about the bullshit gossip around town.”

“Let’s go, Megan,” Seth said. “Dean’s had a burr in his butt for the last couple days.”

“Yeah, and it’s name is Seth,” I called after him.