His expression twisted into… Remorse? Anger? Both? I couldn’t tell.
“I have to get back to work,” he said.
“Of course.” I unclasped the bracelet on my wrist, because there was no reason for me to keep it. “I want to do what I came here to do.”
I opened my palm, and with a shaky hand, I stretched my arm toward him.
He glared at me as if I was cutting him deeper than he had just done to me. Maybe deep down in my core I wanted to hurt him so I could have closure.
“Take it,” I said. “Then I’ll go.”
He grabbed my wrist and tugged me to him, the fire from his fury blazing between us. My pulse zoomed as he scowled at me with his treacherous gaze, but I wouldn’t back down. If he wanted me gone, I wasn’t taking a trace of him with me. The memories would already be too painful. He could have the bracelet as a reminder.
With my wrist still locked in his unrelenting grasp, he plucked the jewelry from my hand and closed it in his palm. “Now nothing links us together.” He turned away from me. “Go.”
I raised my hand to touch his shoulder but didn’t have the courage to console him. His rejection would shatter me. I hurried out of the office before I made a bigger mess than the one we were currently in.
I didn’t know what I expected to gain by coming here. Perhaps I thought he would see me and realize we belonged together. I should have known better. His family would always come first.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs that led to the showroom, one of Milo’s business associates, the co-owner of his boutique, was on her way into the dealership.
Shit! Camila!
I looked down, hoping she wouldn’t notice me, but I didn’t exactly look the part of someone who would be here to purchase a high-end car. Our initial meeting was awkward to say the least. I hadn’t seen her since. Milo took care of my shopping.
“Sable.” Camila came toward me. “It’s so nice to see you.”
“Hello.” I tucked my hair behind my ear. “I’m on my way out.”
“Hmm…” Her gaze wandered over me. “You’re not working today?”
Let’s get this over with so I can get out of here.
“I don’t work here anymore.” I looked around the showroom floor, realizing it would be my last time here. “Milo and I… Well, we’re not together.”
“What?” She shook her head. “When did that happen?”
“A few days ago.”
“He didn’t tell me.”
“Does he tell you everything?”
“I like to think so.” She set her hand on her hip. “We’re not just business partners, we’re very good friends.”
You’re delulu.
“Then I’m sure he’ll tell you all about it.” I motioned toward the door. “I have to get going.”
“What did you do to him?”
“What? Nothing.”
“Right.” A smug smile dominated her perfectly made-up face. “It’s for the best, you know.”
“Why is that?”Why am I engaging her?
“You’re not built for a man like Milo.” She casually checked her manicured nails, almost as if talking to me was secondary toher nail polish. “He needs a woman who understands who he is. Someone who can stand next to him and not only look the part but be the part.”
