Page 61 of The More I Hate


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“Bullshit. I don’t know who fed you those lines, but you are a force, Amelia Astrid. Your mother refused to let you go to NYU, but you did it anyway. She forbade you from ever taking the subway, but I know you have a MetroCard and use it frequently. She’d dress you like a pretty doll in nothing but lifeless beige colors, and here you are in a vibrant sundress looking like sugar and spice. Your fiancé told you he’d take you home, and you told him to fuck off. You may pick and choose your battles, little girl, but you have a fire in you. Maybe you should let it burn a little more often.”

Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, and I wished I was the woman he saw. “Marco?—”

Whatever I was going to say was cut off by a scream and the screech of metal colliding with metal.

A black Bentley had run a red light, causing a car accident.

It drove up over the curb, scraping the paint on the bottom of the bumper and nearly running over several pedestrians, then stopped just before our table.

“What the fuck?” Marco said, standing up and pulling me behind him.

Luc Manwarring stepped out from the driver’s side, his square jaw clenched and fury in his eyes. “Get in the car, Amelia.”

“No!” I yelled back.

“Is that him?” Marco said over his shoulder.

“Yeah.”

“Girl, damn, he is hot.” Marco was drooling a little when Luc ripped off his suit jacket, threw it into the car, and rolled up his sleeves.

“I am aware, thank you.” I pinched Marco on his side. “But that isn’t the point.”

“It wasn’t, but it is now. Does he have a gay brother?”

“Amelia, in the car, now,” my asshole fiancé barked again. “Don’t think your little friend is going to protect you.”

I moved to step around Marco, and he stopped me for a moment. “You going to be okay? Say the word, and I will figure out how to get you away from the sexiest man I have ever seen.”

Marco’s gaze went back to Luc for a moment, giving him another once-over, but then returned his attention to me. “Seriously, say the word.”

His concern was touching. For a moment, I wished Marco could help me, but having him intervene any more was just going to put him on Luc’s bad side. I didn’t know what he could do to Marco, but I really didn’t want to find out.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” I lied.

Then gave him a weak smile. “And I guess I have my answer.”

CHAPTER 23

AMELIA

Igot into the car with Luc, knowing it may not be my wisest move, considering how angry he was.

But it was not like the man gave me much of a choice.

“Where are we going?” I somehow got the courage to ask.

“Home. Where you belong.”

He squealed his tires around a corner, and I could see the white of his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel. “I don’t know why you feel the need to continue to test me.”

Intense anger radiated from him as he drove recklessly through the streets toward his building.

I had never seen him this angry before, and I had to tread lightly if I wanted to make it out of this situation unscathed.

But fuck it, and fuck him. I was pissed, too.

I clenched my fists in my lap, my anger starting to boil over. “You don’t own me. You may think you do, but you don’t.”

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