Page 34 of Until I Own You

I don’t take my eyes away from Seth as he crosses back to his table.

I won’t let him walk away like that.

“Yes, of course,” I say, pulling away from Dory. “You’re right. Thanks for the talk.”

Dory tries to hold onto me, say something more, but I elude his grasp and head in the direction of Seth.

I bunch my skirt in my hands so I can walk as fast as possible over to Seth.

We lock eyes as I charge in his direction. And I can tell that for once he’s scared of me.

“Bridget–” he begins when I’m in earshot.

I grab him by the arm and yank him toward the doors out of the ballroom and into the long hallway. “You’ve got a lot of fucking explaining to do,” I growl.

“I thought you weren’t talking to me,” he says with a smug tone.

I glare back at him before grabbing the knob of the first door I see and yanking it open. I pull him inside, slam the door behind us, and then flip around to face him.

Seth is closer than I expect, making me gasp, not because he’s scared me, but because he’s much closer than…than he should be.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I move around him into the room.

Moonlight streams in through the drapes. I can make out the lines of beautiful leather couches and bookcases lining the walls. We’ve tripped into the estate’s library.

“Care to enlighten me on what you’re referring to?” Seth crosses his arms over his chest.

I stare at him, unable to speak.

My anger roils in my belly and yet…I can’t help but think he’s beautiful as the silvery light cuts across his face. Across his tight, closed-lipped smile and the dimple that appears in his left cheek. The one that shows me he thinks I’m some silly kid that doesn’t need to be taken seriously.

I’m done with that. I’m done.

I’m a fucking woman. And he has to let go of me.

So I can let go of him. And find someone. The one truly meant for me.

Between measured breaths, I answer, “Dory.”

Seth raises his eyebrows like he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. He’s a good actor. Knows how to be stoic and stone-faced. A Dom.

I won’t believe him.

“What about him?”

I start to laugh. Wry and dark. “You’re kidding, right?”

He shrugs a shoulder.

“Someone told him I just got out of a relationship.”

“That’s weird.”

I stare at him.

He doesn’t back down.

Wait. Could someone else have lied to Dory?

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