His fingers unknowingly tightened around the fork he held as Emily looked back up at him with round eyes. “Can I take this?”
He had no right to deny her to speak to him so he nodded. However, he was burning on the inside. He didn’t like the fact that they were still in contact after everything that had happened between them.
He’d expected Emily to leave the room for privacy. He was surprised when she slid the answer icon and put Mallion on speaker, right in front of him.
“Babe, where are you right now?!” the piece of shit yelled. “The password to your condo isn’t working and no one’s answering.”
Wait. He thought she said they’d broken up. Why would Mallion be visiting her? And why the fuck was he calling her ‘babe’?
“I found a place to hide. I couldn’t afford to have thepapzfind me,” Emily replied meekly.
Nicolas’s eyes snapped up from the phone at her change of tone.
What the…
She sounded like a weak damsel in distress.
What was going on? Was she putting on a show?
His head tilted, intrigued.
What are you up to, my little actress?
“Okay, so where is your new place?” Mallion pushed for more information.
“I can’t say right now, but you don’t have to worry about me. What about you? I saw that a staff member said some crazy things. Are things alright over there?” she asked in panic.
Nicolas’s lips twitched.
Oh.
“Thanks to whoever the fuck that was, we had to do some damage control. Babe, you should post something on your social media to deny everything as well.”
He still thinks they’re together?
“I’d do it right now, but I don’t manage my accounts. Talia does. I’ll make sure she helps in any way she can tomorrow,” she replied.
Lies.
“Okay, I’ll see you when I can. Love you.”
Oh, yes, he does.
She hung up the phone in disgust.
“I take it you’re not going to do as he wishes.”
Nicolas couldn’t help the newfound interest that surged through him. Was this what she’d meant by that ‘thing’ she had to do before publicly announcing their marriage? Was it getting revenge on Mallion? If that was the case, count him the fuck in.
She crossed her arms, her eyes defiant. “As much as it may come as a shock to you, Mr. Re, I am no fool.”
“Please, call me Nicolas,” he purred, propping a hand beneath his chin. “We’re married, after all. If others heard you speaking to me so formally, whatever would they think?”
Emily’s cheeks warmed. “Nicolas.”
Fuck me.
The sound of his name on her lips was intoxicating. It rolled off her tongue like it belonged there.
