I glance at the clock on the wall and decide to give it another fifteen minutes.
“Ugh, love this song.Want to dance?”Emily says, handing her glass to Sebastian.
“I’m not the catering staff,” he grumbles.
“Love you, hot stuff.”Emily kisses his cheek and grabs my hand.
“I’m not really in the—”
“Come on, they’re just going to talk business,” Emily says.
“Is my brother dating this woman?”Derek asks.
“No,” Zander replies as I stop, hidden between a couple of people and putting my glass down.“And he never will be.Trust me, I have a five million wager on it tonight.”
My stomach churns, knowing Drew’s friends know exactly what our relationship is.
Sex.
I’m the sad widow who lost her business, that he’s fucking.
I slip my hand out of Emily’s.“Sorry, I have to...pee.”
I don’t care that I just lied.
Shame drives me across the penthouse, where I pick up my purse and search for my black silk throw.
Finding it, I rip it off the table and catch sight of Drew as I head to the elevator.
He blinks, still on the phone, then those dark, calculated eyes of his widen in question.
I keep walking.
Don’t cry.
Don’t cry.
“I need to go.Yes.No.Listen—”
The doors ping open as I speed up and shuffle around those stepping out.
I punch the button for the lobby a trillion times, and the last thing I see is Drew’s furious face as Zander calls out, “I’ll take the five million in ten-dollar bills.”
God.
This is just a game to all of them.
I hate them.
I hate him.
I have Anthony.
Running across the lobby in stiletto heels, I make it to the door and then turn left.For no reason.I just keep going as fast as I can.
I know he will come after me, so I’m not stopping to hail a cab.He could be right behind me.
“Hey lady!”an old guy shoves at me as I bump into him because I’ve looked over my shoulder.
