AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He was standing, holding onto a filing cabinet with one hand and looking for something. His knuckles were white on the filing cabinet drawer.
“What are you looking for?” I asked.
“The fucking prenup,” he growled.
“It’s probably on your mess of a desk,” I said, trying to keep the tone light. He seemed to be in amoodfor sure.
“How would you know? You’ve been with Mark fucking Windham all morning,” he accused.
I held up my hands as if in defense. “Excuse me? It’s not my responsibility to keep your files in order,” I shot back.
Roarke turned around to face me, looking at me with intense, dark green eyes. “It’s your responsibility to help me with this case. You’re trying to make partner, and you’re too busy dating a coworker.”
“Yeah, I’ve been busy,” I said dryly, finally feeling anger spear through me. What did he think, I was some kind of office harlot? “I get around with all the junior associates, didn’t you know?”
“Guess I was an upgrade, then,” he muttered, pacing around the room but not quite looking for the file.
“Hardly,” I snapped, too angry to think about what I was saying.
“You were all but begging me to spread you out on your desk just a few minutes ago, so I wouldn’t get too cocky, Riley.”
“What iswrongwith you, Roarke? You call me over last night and make love to me—”
Roarke snorted. “Is that what you call it?”
A tiny arrow stabbed through my heart. He didn’t care. Of course, he didn’t. I was just a stepping stone on his way to the next ex-Mrs. Brentwood. Or Grace again, apparently.
“Sorry, I misunderstood,” I said, turning to storm out.
Roarke grabbed at my wrist and I whirled around to face him.
“He’s not a good guy, Magda,” he said seriously, and I scoffed.
“Who? Mark? He’s a better guy than you’ll ever be,” I said harshly, too angry and hurt to censor myself.
Something like hurt flashed in Roarke’s green eyes, but then his expression shuttered again.
“I guess you’ll find out on your own time what a snake he is,” he said. “Don’t know why I even bothered.”
“Me either,” I said, fighting tears. “It’s not like you care.”
“Heaven forbid,” Roarke muttered, looking away from me and dropping my wrist.
I knew that I was going to cry. I felt it in the back of my eyes, clogging up my whole head. I had to get out of here, and fast. I didn’t want Roarke Brentwood to see me shed a single tear.
I stormed out of there and slammed the door. Before I could make it to my office, I heard a huge ruckus in there, and when I turned around, Roarke’s blinds were still open and he was destroying his office, throwing paperwork around, upending a file cabinet that fell on the ground.
I huffed out a breath, hurrying to my office and shutting the door behind me, ignoring Mark’s glances. Mark came to my door, knocking on the doorjamb and I wanted to scream. He’d been texting me incessantly, nothing pressing, just “hey” or a “what are you doing for lunch tomorrow?” but it was annoying given everything else I had going on.
“You want to get out of here?” Mark asked, and part of me did want to, did want to leave the office, but not with him.
“Can't," I said bluntly. “Work.”
Mark tilted his head, giving me a smile that I once thought charming. Now it just irritated me.
“C’mon, Mags. You can take an hour away. You look like you need it.”
“Not now,” I mumbled, and shut the door in his face.
