Page 31 of Billion Dollar Revenge

I smile at that. “Let’s have some fun.”

The smash of glass draws my attention toward the bar, where Bobby is storming away to the bathroom. My phone chimes, and I read the text with my pulse skyrocketing.

Bobby: You’re such a fucking slut.

Staring at his icy words, I retreat into myself. Memories of my relationship with Bobby flash before my eyes. I didn’t realize that even in a relationship with him, I still felt isolated. He was there, but when someone doesn’t give you affection or care about you in the way you deserve, you might as well be alone.

Part of me wants to disappear right now because he makes me believe I am a slut, that I’m not supposed to be here. Flirting and kissing a guy so soon. He makes me believe I still owe him respect and loyalty. But when I look at Evan, I am reminded I don’t.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this vulnerable or laughed with a man. Tonight, with Evan, I’ve truly enjoyed myself.

Feeling buzzed from the alcohol, I grab some more bread and cheese, trying to distract myself from my negative thoughts.

Should I have been more sexual?

Should I have given him more space?

Was I not funny enough, pretty enough, interesting enough?

Evan sighs, staring at my face as he considers his next words carefully. “You know I’ve been in your shoes before. You don’t have to hide your hurt and anger with me.”

I close my eyes, appreciating his words. He didn’t have to share his past with me, but he did, and I appreciate it. It makes our friendship feel more genuine.

The corner of my mouth tips up. “Thank you.”

Having already paid, he stands and offers me a hand. “Let’s go.”

I walk with a trembling chin, trying not to let anyone see how bumping into Bobby has affected me. My eyes stay focused on the exit, and I hold my breath, hoping Bobby doesn’t spot us leaving.

I make it to the door, but a hand reached out to grab it before I can.

Evan…

He pushes the door wide open and holds it out for me.

Outside, I welcome the light traffic, the night sky, and the fresh breeze that cools my skin from all the drinks.

I walk cautiously and stop midway along the sidewalk, where I think Bobby won’t see us. I’m not ready for a confrontation tonight. Not after his text.

Evan’s in his late thirties, so I suppose he’s more mature compared to someone in their late twenties, like Bobby. So I decide to blame Evan’s age for him being such a gentleman all night long.

“I won’t lie, showing up on your arm will piss Bobby off,” I say.

Evan hisses as his fingers still. “He won’t step a foot out of line with me there.”

I roll my eyes and shove his chest playfully. “You can’t babysit me all night.”

From trying to push his weight around, my feet wobble, and before I drunkenly fall over, his hands catch me by the arms. He holds me firmly until I straighten. “It’s not called babysitting when you're my date. I won’t leave your side.”

“What if I need to go to the bathroom?” I tease.

He narrows his eyes at me. “I’ll watch over you.”

I shake my head at his silly suggestion. “I don’t expect you to be with me the whole night.”

“Why?” He frowns, and I miss the way I could see clearly into his bright blue eyes.

“You're the CEO, you'll need to mingle.”

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