“Leave Esme alone before you break more than her body. She doesn’t deserve to be with a man like you. She deserves better.”
He walked back to the room and closed the door behind him.
Draco didn’t know who I was, or anything else about me.
Shrugging off his last words, I handed Esme’s chart to the nurse who would document everything in the computer.
Liam was standing by my office door when I approached. His head lifted, and his arms were across his chest. His eyes were narrowed, and his posture was completely on offense.
“You need to leave Esme alone. She’s too good for you. You’re going to end up hurting her.”
What was it with other men telling me what to do with a woman? It was starting to piss me off. Esme was good, and I was bad. We were fucking, not getting married.
I didn’t need to defend myself and my choices—I was over two thousand years old.
Instead of replying, I grabbed the handle of my office door and pushed through the entrance. As I walked past Liam, he put a hand on my shoulder, stopping me from advancing.
I didn’t spare him a glance but calmly spoke.
“Remove your hand, or you will lose it.”
His hand was gone, but he wasn’t done with me, it seemed.
“You don’t see it, but that girl is capable of giving an indescribable love to the man she chooses. Don’t let her waste that love on you, a man who doesn’t care about anyone other than himself and his high-profile career.” He waited for me to say something back, to defend myself or to tell him to fuck off. But I wouldn’t. I simply walked into my office and slammed the door in his face.
There was no fucking love between Esme and me.
It was lust, plain and simple. I wasn’t capable of feeling that emotion anymore. Not since the days of the gods did I ever even know what love felt like. That was a long time ago, and that particular feeling had stayed in the past, where it belonged.
