Page 140 of The Heart You Kept

“You. Will—” he screams.

I hang up on him mid-sentence. “Idiot.” My phone immediately rings and I hit decline. “Don’t even.”

I turn and storm over to Philippe. “Listen here, you. If you are intent on following me around, do not cause me trouble. Edward is losing his living shit right now over nothing.”

“Just doing my job.”

“If you are following me then you do as I say,” I snap. My phone rings again. “What do you want?” I answer as I move away from Philippe so he can’t hear the conversation.

“Don’t. You. Dare. Hang. Up. On. Me.”

I roll my eyes. “Then stop yelling at me.”

“I’m here trying to work while doing all I can to hide from Hermione only to find out that you are having dinner with your fucking ex.”

What?

Why would he even care?

“Hermione is there?” I ask.

“Yes,” he fumes.

“Did you invite her?”

“No, I did not. The casino is an open business, I have no control over who visits.”

I imagine her all glammed up and looking beautiful and yet here he is being jealous over me, my mind begins to race with hope.

Maybe, just maybe…in some fucked-up psychopath kind of way, he cares.

“I was having dinner and Pascal walked in and his friend bailed on him, he asked if he could sit and have a chat, what was I supposed to say?”

“No. You were supposed to say no, Alora.”

I think for a moment. “Okay,” I say softly. “Why, Edward?”

Silence.

“Why don’t you want me with Pascal?”

“We have unfinished business. You know we do.”

“So if we have unfinished business, why did you leave with another woman last night?”

“I didn’t touch her.”

I screw up my face. That’s bullshit.

“I have to go,” I snap.

“To do what?”

I know this is toxic as all hell, but I want to see what he says if I play along with him. “I’m going to go inside and tell him.”

“Tell him what?”

“Goodbye.” I shrug. “That we are over for good and to not contact me again.”