Page 22 of Vicious Titan

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Elliot

Every freakin’ day. Every freakin’ day I’ve sat here, watching across the courtyard as Victoria sits at the table with Quinn and her new tool, Connor. Every day I’ve wondered why Asher hasn’t stepped in and made an attempt to get him away from Quinn, but more than that, I’m perplexed at how Victoria has sat there each day, laughing, smiling, carrying on. She looks happy. Maybe she is done with me, but I’m not anywhere close to done with her.

“How are you okay with that?” I ask, nodding in Connor and Quinn’s direction.

“I’m not,” Asher says flatly, his eyes still on them, which they are more times than not.

“It’s not like you to sit by and watch.”

“People change.”

“No they don’t.” Because I sure as hell tried and failed to be better for that sassy redhead. She glances over her shoulder, a smile intact, but when her eyes meet mine, she looks away, continuing to enjoy her day.

“Agreed,” he mutters.

“Did you still need a plus-one for the fundraiser or will Quinnster be taking that spot?” The Bennett fundraiser is always a big to-do, and since Quinn has helped organize it and will be there, I have no doubt Asher will be there too.

“She’s going with that douchebag.”

“Okay,” I say, dragging out the word. “It’s over a week away. There’s still time to make a move.”

“Nope. Connor is all set to go with her.”

“Ah. I know she’s been working hard on it.” And I know Victoria will be there to support her, but the question is, has she lined up a dipstick to attend with her. “Is Victoria going? She can be your plus-one and I can grab my own ticket if need be.”

“She already has a date.”

Damn it. Whoever said words don’t hurt fucking lied because that one cut deep. “Fun. Who’s the unlucky bastard?” And by unlucky, I mean the luckiest son of a bitch in the goddamn world.

“Dalton.”

“Ah, Dickie.” Return of Art Boy. He’ll be easy enough to discount, but it doesn’t stop me from being jealous of the chump. “Well, then I guess you’re officially stuck with me as your handsome date.”

“Sure,” Asher mumbles, focusing back to Quinn. Thankfully, his attention diverts away from me because I can’t keep up the act any longer. Even if Dickie isn’t much of a contender, his hellcat of a date is my ideal challenge. No doubt I’ll piss her off, because some way or other, I won’t be able to sit by and watch Dickie with his hands all over her. Or anyone else for that matter. Even if I can’t hold onto her any better than my grip on reality, she’s still mine.