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“Unless what she wants is not to fuck you, right?” I ask innocently.
“Eh, you were never really mine, were you? Could’ve been if you hadn’t been such a headcase after we hooked up.”
God, he is disgusting.
“We didnothook up,” I say carefully.
“That’s how I remember it.” His gaze drifts down my body, lingering on my breasts as he reaches for my arm. “It was hot, too.”
“Fuck off,” I snap, jerking my arm out of his grasp. “I haven’t even been the samepersonsince that happened, and you have the fucking audacity to say that to me? Fuck off, Dylan.”
“You don’t have to be so pissed.” He tries to grab me as I turn away, and his hand on my arm makes my skin crawl. “What’s the story with the limo anyway?”
“It’s my boyfriend’s,” I snap, the words bottoming out my stomach even though I know I don’t mean it and I’m only saying it to get at him. “He’s out of town on family business tonight, but hetakes his woman into consideration,” I say scathingly, echoing his own words back at him, “so he gave me the car and his credit card and told me to have a good time.”
Rather than feel like an itty-bitty inferior man like he should, he smirks like an asshole. “Sounds desperate.”
“Desperately in love,” I bite back. “And very possessive, so if my desires aren’t enough for you—and we both know they’re not—next time you see me out in public and think about approaching, consider that he might be with me, and if I told him what a fucking creep you’ve been to me, he would break you in half.”
His smirk widens. “Aw. Yeah, I’m real afraid of your big, bad boyfriend. So insecure he has to buy you with limos and shopping sprees. See, I know Elle isn’t going anywhere simply because she doesn’t want to, Sophie. Sad that you’re with some fucking dork living on Daddy’s dime and treating you like some whore he has to pay for.”
Blood surges through my veins so violently, I hear buzzing in my ears. Heat rushes my body, a mix of anger and embarrassment heating my cheeks.
I wanted the last word, but right now, I want to get away from him more.
“Goodbye, Dylan.”
“Hey.” He grabs my arm again to stop me, and anxiety surges as I try to tug it free.
A second later, he releases my arm. I jump when I hear him slammed up against the car door beside me, and stumble back a couple of steps when I see Mr. Proper Hugh standing behind Dylan with his arm locked at an agonizing angle that has Dylan’s face twisted with pain.
“The lady has asked you on multiple occasions not to touch her.”
“Let go of me, you fucking—”
“I will release you as soon as you assure me that when I do, you’ll apologize to the lady and walk away without another word to her.”
“What-the-fuck-ever, man. Get off me!”
Hugh releases Dylan who takes it sorely, shaking Hugh off a moment after he’s been released and turning to glare at him.
“I should call the fucking cops.”
“I concur,” Hugh says brightly. “Miss Bradwell might wish to report your relentless harassment. Will you call, or should I?”
Dylan shakes his head, muttering, “Bitch isn’t even worth it,” as he walks away.
“I believe you forgot to apologize to Miss Bradwell,” Hugh calls after him.
Dylan turns around to flip us off as he backs into the street.
I fantasize about a bus hitting him Regina George style, but sadly, it doesn’t happen.
“What horrendous manners that boy has,” Hugh remarks.
I crack a smile and look over at him. Hugh has a lean build, so I definitely didn’t expect him to go all bodyguard. “You’re kind of a badass, Hugh.”
Hugh smiles, his chest puffing up with pride. “I’m trained in evasive driving techniques as well, though hopefully you’ll never have need of those.”
