“You’re crazy. No. You fucking psychopath. I will not date you,” she hisses in a low tone.
I snap my fingers, and the security guard appears behind me. “I think it’s time you go and think about your answer,” I tell her.
She raises a brow and shoots a glance at the guard. “What?! Do you intend to have me thrown out?”
I turn and give him a nod, and he moves toward her. Her gaze flicks frantically between him and me. When he reaches out to grab her, I say, “No touching.” He drops his hand.
“It’s time to go, miss.”
“You’re really kicking me out?” she asks in disbelief. She picks up a glass of champagne and throws the contents in my face before placing the glass back down. “I’ll escort myself out, thank you very much. And you…” She pins me with a glare. “I never want to see you again.” Raising her chin high, she walks out, and Sebastian stands there, shocked.
“She’ll get over it,” I tell him, to which he shakes his head.
“Doubt it,” he says, then goes to follow her.
“She likes me,” I mutter.
He scoffs. “Yeah, if you say so.”
But I can tell she does.
Her words may tell lies, but her body knows the truth.
NINETEEN
CORA
“I’m out, so you can kindly fuck off now,” I say to the security guard, who is hovering nearby as I fume at Arlo’s actions.
I have never been kicked out of an event in my life, yet here I am. Standing here, ready to throw hands with a man inside. I should have kicked him in the fucking balls.
Asshole.
Who does he think he is? Kicking me out and embarrassing me like that?
I start pacing and casually throw death glances at the security guard, who hasn’t moved at all. However, my anger doesn’t seem to faze him in the slightest.
I don’t want to leave because I want to apologize to Sebastian for ruining his night. It definitely wasn’t my intention. I came to support him, and all I did was create a damn spectacle.
I didn’t expect to see Arlo here though. How have I let that man get under my skin in just a few weeks? I feel like I gave him some type of power over me that I wasn’t aware I was giving him, and he just took that and ran with it. He’s an astute man, and I should have known better.
Peering back through the door, I try to keep an eye out for Sebastian. I left my purse in there, so I can’t even call him. Unless I hit this guy in the dick, there is no way I’m getting back inside.
Taking a deep breath, I try to calm my nerves as I turn to the security guard to try to beg him to go grab my purse. But just as I open my mouth to speak, I see Sebastian walking out, my purse clutched in his hand. He’s got a slight smile on his face as he approaches and hands me my evening bag.
“So, that was interesting,” he says.
“That was embarrassing. Who does he think he is?”
“He’s a rich guy,” Sebastian answers with a laugh.
Pawing through my purse, I can’t find my phone.
“He took your phone,” he informs me.
“What? And you allowed him to?” I screech.
“He asked nicely.”
