Page 268 of Billionaire Temptations

The waitress brought our drinks rather quickly, considering how busy the place was. Katie went to the restroom, so I pulled out my phone from my purse to see if Jackson had answered my text message from earlier, and still nothing. Sighing, I set my phone down on the table and took a large sip of my margarita. While waiting for Katie to return to the table, my eyes scanned the room and then froze when I saw Jackson and Samuel sitting up at the bar. My heart started pounding out of my chest. What the fuck!

“Sorry, there was a line,” Katie spoke as she sat down. “What’s wrong?”

“Jackson is here with Samuel,” I spoke in anger.

“Where?” She turned around.

“Up at the bar.”

“I thought something came up at the office?”

“Me too. At least, that’s what he said.” I grew angrier by the second.

“Oh shit. Emily, what are you doing?” she asked as I got up from my seat.

“Going to get some answers.”

I stomped across the floor and over to the bar where Jackson was.

“Hello, Mr. Caine,” I abruptly spoke.

“Emily,” he replied with nervousness. “What are you doing here?”

“The question is, Jackson, what are you doing here? I thought you had to work late because of a problem at the office?!” I voiced a bit too loudly.

“There was, and I took care of it.”

“It’s only eight-thirty. You couldn’t have called me?”

“Why would I call you? I already canceled our date for tonight, and I didn’t see a need to.”

“Because it’s only eight thirty and still early.”

“Sorry, Emily. I don’t know what to say,” he spoke rudely.

“Yeah, well, I know what to say. Fuck you, Jackson!” The words angrily spewed out of my mouth.

I walked back to the table, grabbed my purse, and told Katie we were leaving. She threw some cash down and ran out after me.

“What did he say?”

“Nothing. He had nothing to say.” I held up my hand for a cab.

When one finally pulled up, we climbed inside, and the tears began to fall from my eyes.

“Why the fuck am I crying?”

“Because you’re hurt, Em.” She rubbed my back.

“I don’t cry over guys.” I wiped the tears with my hand.

“You do if you’re in love with them.”

“I’m not in love with him.”

“Then you wouldn’t care and wouldn’t be crying.”

The cab pulled up to my apartment building, and I told Katie I wanted to be alone and not come up. She understood as she hugged me goodbye, and the cab pulled away from the curb. After unlocking the door, I changed into my nightshirt and sat on the couch, bringing my knees to my chest. I tried to process what had just happened. The look on his face and the tone of his voice was as if he didn’t care.

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