Yes, it is.
Who the fuck asked you?
“And here I thought maybe we could get along.” I clench my fists on my lap. “Thanks for reminding me why that’s impossible.”
Jester leans in real close, our checks grazing as his lips brush my ear. “We can be friends once we fuck again and get this sexual tension out of our systems.” He sits back in the chair and grabs Matthew’s glass. The arrogant jerk downs my date’s wine and has the audacity to scrunch up his face in distaste. “You didn’t mind, right?”
Oh my God, I need to stab him.
No, like, seriously. My hand is already moving toward a steak knife. Good thing Matthew’s voice brings me back to sanity before I commit murder and end up spending the rest of my life in jail because Jester can’t accept that I don’t want him in my life.
But do you really want him gone?
Absolutely.
But he’s also got your blood boiling, and you haven’t felt this alive in years.
Go fuck yourself.
You’re talking to yourself again.
Shut up.
Oh, God, it’s official. I’m insane.
Matthew shakes his head. “No, man, it’s fine.” He’s obviously had enough and stands. My heart drops because I can already hear his impending rejection before the words leave his mouth. “Actually, I’ll leave. You both need to sort out whatever this is.”
He’s right, and unfortunately, this battle goes to Jester.
But the war isn’t over.
I don’t attempt to stop Matthew. There’s no point. Jester will only continue to make a spectacle until he gets his way. I give him a curt nod and drag in a deep breath that does absolutely nothing to calm the temper I’m desperately holding in check.
Only when I can speak without screaming, I say, “I understand, and I’m sorry.”
But I also don’t, because I have one man giving up on me without a fight and another willing to annoy me to death in his fight to win me back. And all I want to do is finish my fucking food and go home.
“You have nothing to apologize for.”
I glare at Jester. “I wasn’t apologizing for myself.”
He doesn’t so much as spare Jester a glance. “You have my number. When this is over, call me.”
I steeple my hands in front of my mouth to hold back my frustration before clasping them on my lap. “I will. Get home safe.”
Jester stops Matthew when he reaches for his wallet. “I got the check, hero.”
Matthew gives him a good glare, then shifts his gaze to me. Wisely, he doesn’t argue. God, that would be so stupid on his part. “Good night, Faith.”
“Good night.”
I watch Matthew as he walks through the restaurant, and that’s when I notice Jester didn’t come alone. Because of course he didn’t. Havoc and Discord loiter by the entrance, intimidating everyone coming and going—including Matthew as he rushes by them on his way out.
“They’re scaring people,” I snap at Jester.
“Who?”
I roll my eyes so hard, I swear to God, I almost enter another dimension. “Havoc and Discord.”
