Page 61 of The Heart You Kept

“Yep.” He sips his wine and rolls his lips as if annoyed.

“And….” Fuck. “I….” My god, how do I say this? “You’re angry that Edward won the auction of my prize?”

“No.” His eyes hold mine.

I take a huge gulp of my wine.

“I’m angry because he told me that he’s going to fuck you so deep and so hard that you won’t remember my name.”

What?

I snort my wine up my nose and cough. “Excuse me?” I splutter as I spiral into a coughing fit. He sits still, watching me, void of any empathy of me choking to death before his eyes.

“What are you talking about?” I squeak.

“When you went to the bathroom last night I went to see him.”

Edward told him…. This is worse than I first thought, much worse. My lungs convulse in protest to the wine that has gone down the wrong pipe. “Why?” I splutter and cough as I beat my chest. “I might die here, you know?”

“I wanted to thank him for the kind donation.”

The server approaches us. “Are you okay ma’am?”

“Yes.” I throw Pascal a dirty look. “Thank you for your concern.” I take a sip of water and finally my lungs begin to calm down. “Wait a moment, I’m confused. I don’t understand what you mean,” I reply. “He said he was going to fuck me?” I ask.

“Until you don’t remember my name.”

Something about Edward announcing that to Pascal is just so like him and so bastardish that it brings an unwelcome hit to my funny bone.

Arrogant asshole.

I roll my lips to hide my smirk

“You think this is funny?” he snaps.

“No,” I stammer. “It’s just….” I shake my head in disbelief. “He said this to you at the table in front of everyone? He has a girlfriend, Pascal, are you sure you heard him right?”

“No, we went outside to talk in private and ended up going upstairs to the library.”

“The library?” I squeak. Oh fuck me dead…the same library we kissed in only an hour before.

There’s no doubt about it, I’m going straight to hell on the slut bus.

“I….” I shrug. “I don’t know what to say. He’s not normally like that, I’m lost for words.”

“I know this has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.” He sips his wine casually.

It may have a little bit to do with me.

I need to forget about the other night, telling Pascal what happened is only going to break us up and truth be told, Edward doesn’t even care. This is just a game to him. He’s not worth it.

“Look.” I take Pascal’s hand over the table. “Edward Prescott has nothing to do with us.”

He gives me a stifled smile.

“He only said that to upset you.”

“It worked.”