“The honeymoon suite will be vacated today….” She stumbled over her own words. Pity clear on her face.
Did everyone know? We really must have been shouting last night. Not to mention our little display just minutes ago. The waiting staff had obviously overheard.
They were really quick on the gossip around here, that was for sure.
“That’s fine.” I slapped down the piece of plastic with a thump that was louder than I intended, and the girl jumped.
“I can make sure the…couple like things are removed for you.”
“If you’re talking about things like chocolate-covered strawberries and champagne, then they can stay… In fact, I’ll pay extra for them if they aren’t included.” I gave her a bright smile. And she visibly relaxed. “All us ladies need a little romance sometimes, right? Even if we have to arrange it ourselves.”
“Ain’t that the truth.”
Booking the room only took a few minutes. Then I was on my way back to pack my belongings with the receptionist’s promise she would call me as soon as the new room became available.
Even if I packed slowly, I would have at least a few hours to spare. Maybe I could grab a cab into town again? The thought made me pause.
Maybe not. That hadn’t exactly ended well the last time.
“What the hell?” I froze in the doorway. The room I had been sharing with Lucas was turned upside down. Clothes and cosmetics were strewn across the floor and bed.
Even my underwear.
Some of it even looked like he had torn them apart with his bare hands.
I was going to kill Lucas. What kind of vindictive bastard ruined someone’s clothes because they broke up with you?
Slamming the door shut behind me, I went in search of my asshole of an ex-fiancé.
***
I don’t know what made me head towards the car park—some sixth sense. But I knew I had made the right choice when Lucas’ blonde head caught the mid-morning sunshine.
It was only when I was halfway towards our hire car that I realised he wasn’t alone.
Whoever he was with, he didn’t look happy about it, and I felt my heart slam into my throat.
The dark hair, the muscular shoulders. Were Havoc and Lucas going at each other in a car park like two teenage hooligans?
The thought made me oddly cross. The only thing they could be fighting over was me. And neither of them had any right to do that. I wasn’t property they could own. And I wasn’t some damsel they could duel over either.
Not to mention I didn’t particularly like either of them. Sure, one I had been in a relationship with, almost married I reminded myself ruefully, and the other was the man I had made out with just last night. But it didn’t mean I actually liked them as people.
Because I didn’t.
They were both assholes.
They might not look alike, but they had that much in common.
Lucas’ head snapped up, his eyes wide, and I could tell even from my place across the car park that he wasn’t happy to see me. Which was fine. He was going to be even less happy to see me when I got to him. Straightening my shoulders, I marched towards him.
“Dar…” His voice was a croaky whisper, and for a second, I wondered why he sounded like that. It was only when the man in front of him turned that I realised it wasn’t Havoc at all. This man was older. And much better dressed than Havoc’s jeans and boots.
He also had his hand wrapped around my ex-fiancé’s throat. Fingers digging in so much that his knuckles were white.
Shit, I came to a halt so suddenly it was like I had hit an invisible brick wall. And I could feel my eyes grow wide.
What the hell was going on now?
