What did I ever see in him?“No, like I said, I’m here for my stuff.Hand it over.”
“I’m not handing you anything until you get on your knees, beg my forgiveness, and then give me a blow job.”
“You’re fucking delusional, Bryan.One last time, give me my stuff, or I’ll call the police right now and they can force you to give me my stuff.”
To show him she wasn’t bluffing, she pulled out her cell phone.At that moment, all his macho pretense fell away.
“You’re a pathetic bitch,” he snapped.
“I don’t care what you call me anymore,” she said.“I have a pair of sneakers, some clothes, make-up and, oh, and the hair dryer you never let me use.”
His upper lip formed into a sardonically amused twist.“You’re too late.I threw them out.”
“What?”she demanded, taking a half-step closer.“It’s been one day, and you tossed them into the trash?”
“What can I say?”He spread his arms out as if really asking the question.“You called me names and said we were over.Why wouldn’t I throw all of it in the dumpster?”
Anger burned through her.“You’ll regret that.”
“I regret nothing,” he said with a shrug.
Words eluded her.Sure, the items weren’t worth anything, and she could easily replace them, but it was the principle of his actions.He never gave her any courtesy or consideration.Everything was always about him and his wants and needs.
“I hate you,” she muttered.“How I ever convinced myself that I loved you is beyond my comprehension because you are a giant fucking prick.”
She turned and stomped back the way she came, his fake mocking laughter following her.Stomping down the stairs, she headed around the back to the dumpster, and opened the lid to inspect it, but didn’t see her possessions.Of course, it was entirely feasible that he’d been lying.Games.Nothing but stupid games.As she went to leave, her gaze fell on his sedan, and in a moment of shear pettiness marched over to it.Quinn dug her keys out of her purse and proceeded to etch into the paint exactly what she thought of him.Prick.
Chapter Four
Max arrived at thegallery early and opened up the front to hand over the paintings whose price had already been laundered.Once that was done, he went about hanging up the new ones before heading upstairs to the laptop he kept in his safe and entered the new numbers.Finally, he went and made coffee.It was 9:00, and when he looked down at the employee parking spots, he saw Quinn pull up.
She didn’t look the worse for wear.If the bastard had laid one hand on her, he vowed to break both his legs then drop him off miles out to sea.Let’s see if the bastard could swim without using his appendages.
A moment later, Quinn stood at her desk, putting her purse away.She looked calm and not at all how she looked yesterday.He hoped she hadn’t made up with the asshole.Now that she was a free agent, the need to have her gripped him.Bringing her into his world, however, was off the table, so he pushed his personal feelings aside.Shaking off the proprietorial desire was proving a little more difficult than he thought it would be.
“I take it things went smoothly,” he said, keeping a myriad of inflections out of his voice.
