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“There was nothing to even start with.”
He dares to look hurt at my words. He physically flinches but doesn’t retaliate.
I grin at him. “And who said anything about Elliot? I’d much rather have Huxley.” I take a few steps back without looking away.
His eyes darken. “He would never.”
I run my hands down my dress before purposefully leaving my bare leg on display. “All men have a breaking point.”
“When a woman throws herself at him, of course he does.”
Throws herself at him?Does he think that’s what I’m doing with him? His wordshurt, but I won’t let him see that.
I square my shoulders and look him dead in the eyes. “Let’s get something straight – I willneverlet a man shame me for who I am or what I have done. I will never let a man tell me what to do. So if I want tothrowmyself at all the men in the world, it’s none of your damn business.“ My exterior is calm, whilst inside, I amburning. I take one second to pull myself together before walking away.
He grabs my hand with force. “You arenotgoing to fuck him, Savannah!”
I turn back with a wicked grin. “Watch me.”
His hold tightens. “I’m warning you.”
“Would you like it in portrait or landscape? Just a heads up – I lookrealgood bent over. You can watch methrowit back for him.“ I snatch my wrist out of his hold.
“You are bound by contract,” he reminds me as I walk away. “Savannah! Don’t walk away from me!”
I don’t stop. I don’t turn around. I storm back to my table with anger fuelling each step and decision. “Take me home,” I demand to Huxley.
He looks taken aback by my order. “You okay there?”
“Yes,” I grit out. “Just fucking peachy.”
I feel him before I see him.
“Miss Hayes, can we continue our discussion?”
Huxley and Emery watch us with caution.
“No. Huxley was just about to take me home.”
“Is everything okay?” Emery asks.
I place my hand on my chest, willing my heart to stop beating erratically. “Fine. I’m tired, and I’d like to leave.”
“The party isn’t over,” Xavier bites out.
I shoot him daggers. “I don’t give a fuck.”
He pleads with his eyes. “I’ll take you home,” he promises. “Just enjoy the rest of the party.”
I turn to Huxley. “Can you take me home?”
Before he can answer, Xavier cuts in. “No. I’ll take you.”
“It’s your party,” Emery argues. “How can you leave?”
Xavier looks exasperated as he stares between the three of us. “I’ll be back.”
Her eyes turn into slits as she gives him a murderous glare. “I put so much effort into this party for you.” Her eyes soften slightly when they land on me. “Get some rest. Let me call you a taxi.”
