Page 155 of The Last Good Man

I liked that man.

I hurt that man.

Yet he never gave up.

“How do you like it?” the same man asks, the deep timbre of his voice making me shudder.

His hand comes smoothly to the small of my back, and my hair gets tangled in his cufflinks.

My lips open with surprise as I feel his scent.

No way.

“What are you doing here?” I push under my breath, jerking my eyes to him and locking his gaze only for a second.

“Don’t turn around, baby. Let’s look casual. All right? We’re not making a scene.”

What am I supposed to say?

“You’re patronizing me,” I murmur like a dog about to growl.

“You’re a spoiled brat. Did you really think I’d feel hurt after last night and nevercome back?”

Iswing mygaze to him, and his eyes are right there, waiting for mine. The corners of his lips slowly lift with a cocky smile as if he had just found his favorite pet.

He doesn’t seem impressed with how I look.

If he is impressed, he surely doesn’t show it.

He’s more savvy than Emile––frankly, in a different league. He's also more experienced than him, despite the age gap.

There’s no comparison, really.

His eyes glint with determination while I experience the bittersweet taste of surrender.

My eyes move from his sultry eyes to his lips and rapidly over his attire.

The artistic edges of his tattoos grace his neck, but this time, he wears a slim fitted suit, Italian shoes, and a skintight top underneath.

A fancy belt sets off his trim waist, while the jewelry he wears–solid rings and a necklace with a prominent pendant–makes him look like a mafia man.

How far is he from that?

He meets my inquisitive gaze with lifted eyebrows.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” I say.

“Don’t worry. It takes more than a beautiful woman throwing a fit to break my heart.”

“It wasn’t a fit. I was serious,” I hiss.

“And I took you seriously. Look… I’m wearing a suit for you today. Making adjustments and all that shit.”

I shake my head in dismay.

“I can’t win with you.”

“Finally. The first reasonable thing you’ve said the entire evening.”

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