“Okaywhat?”
“No more women.”
I let him go and step back. He crosses his arms over his torso, hands gripping shoulders.
“I’m glad we could come to an agreement.” I fold the blade away with an audiblesnik. “I’d hate to have to cut something off you.”
“Jesus, Noah…” Joey says shakily, desperately trying to cling to the idea that I’m the same old harmless Noah he’s always known. But it won’t work anymore.
“You get one chance.One. Understand? No more women.”
“Okay, okay, I get it.”
“Good. Because if there’s another incident, I’ll be back.” I smile. “And next time, I’ll wear an old shirt. One I won’t mind ruining with your blood.”
Chapter Eighteen
Noah
My phone’s been pinging nonstop with texts from my brothers since the Saturday dinner. Hux didn’t mention that we ate at the blacklisted steakhouse, but he told them everything he witnessed between me and Bobbi.
Of course there’s no way my brothers are letting such a great opportunity to rag me pass, so they’re still giving me shit, even though it’s Sunday morning now.
–Emmett: I thought there might be something between you and Bobbi, but an engagement?
–Grant: So when’s the wedding?
–Griffin: The real question is, IS there a wedding?
–Sebastian: There are engagements and there are engagements. He didn’t even give her a ring.
–Nicholas: What were you thinking?
–Huxley: I figured out who the guy she was with was. Eugene Hae. He’s rich, and comes from an even richer family. We did some campaigns for his company.
–Me: Thank you, Hux. I would’ve never figured that out on my own.
I already hacked the security feed at the restaurant and looked the guy up. There’s more information than I could read in a day on him.
–Huxley: You’re welcome.
–Sebastian: Oh, he’s from the Hae Min Group. A Sebastian Peery Collaboration partner in Korea. You’ve got some stiff competition. He’s young, single and rich.
–Me: Thank you, Seb. But Hux already told me he was rich, and I saw him with my own eyes. I’m just as young, single and rich as him.
–Sebastian: Also handsome, in case you didn’t notice that particular aspect.
–Me: And here I thought you had good taste.
My sarcasm doesn’t stop Huxley, though.
–Huxley: Oh, Noah noticed. You should’ve seen his reaction when he saw Bobbi with the guy.
Asshole. I don’t know if he saw his grandmother and Andreas at the restaurant, but it isn’t my problem if he was too amused by my misfortune to notice. My priority is finding a way to dig myself out of the hole Joey put me in. I let my brothers give me shit while my mind whirls.
Bobbi probably won’t marry Eugene Hae. He lives in Korea, and she isn’t going to give up Bobbi’s Sweet Things to go to Seoul to play the tycoon’s wife. If that’s the life she wanted, she would’ve said yes when I tried to drop to my knee at the Peery Diamonds store. I have plenty of money and I can set her up as a rich man’s wife with unlimited access to my funds and properties.
On the other hand… She could just open a Bobbi’s Sweet Things in Seoul. Koreans love good pastries.
