I unzip the dress and let it fall to the floor.Then rip off the jewelry.
Even in the lingerie I splurged on, and my hair twisted up, I can see the girl I really am.
Emily from London.
A no one.
Black streaks run down my face.I look like a woman who has been used and tossed away.
I am.
I promised to interview with Mason next week, but he’s Sebastian’s best friend.As the minutes tick by and my heart tightens further, I’m not sure it’s a good idea.
I couldn’t imagine seeing him.Being the girl at the desk while he strides through all powerful while ignoring me.Or one day with a woman on his arm that he does love.Someone from his world.His status.
I didn’t deserve his wrath, and it’s the second time he’s hurt me in the past day, essentially showing me that I mean nothing.
There won’t be a third time.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
SEBASTIAN
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What a fucking shitshow!
“I’ll take that, if you’re finished with it,” Josh says as we watch Emily disappear.
I turn and hit him with a dark glare, then snap.“I’m not done with it.Keep doing your fucking job!”
Damn it, I probably shouldn’t speak like that to a SEAL.
He lifts his brows, unimpressed, and I shake my head.“Cool down Sebastian.”
I know Josh.He owns Black Hawke, the private security company tasked with protecting the diamond.His wealth is up there with mine.
