Page 423 of Billionaire Temptations

Connor and Ellery both turned around and then turned back and looked at me.

“Damn him,” Connor spewed.

“No. No. It’s fine. Trust me.” I gave a fake smile. “I was just a little surprised. I’m okay.”

“We can leave. Right, Connor?” Ellery asked.

“Of course.”

“No. We’re staying and enjoying a wonderful dinner.”

“Are you sure? Do you want me to claw his eyes out?” Ellery pouted.

“Oh, God, Ellery. Please don’t make a scene.” Connor shook his head.

“Thanks for the offer, Ellery, but I’m fine. It’s not like we were a couple or anything. He told me that relationships were off the table. So he can see anybody he wants.”

Hurt coursed through my body, and when it reached my heart, it hurt pretty bad. I wanted to cry, but I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t shed a tear for a man who could do what he did.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom,” Connor spoke as he got up from the table.

Ellery held up her hand and signaled our waiter. “Four shots of Jack Daniels, please.”

“Coming right up, Mrs. Black.”

“When you’re hurting, Jack is the one man you can count on that will always be there for you. He’ll listen and then he’ll make you feel oh so good.” She smiled.

I couldn’t help but laugh. When I looked across the room, I saw Connor stop at Sebastian’s table before returning to ours.

“Shit.” I looked down. “Connor stopped at their table.”

“Of course, he did because he knew I would eventually make it over there.”

Connor came back to the table, and when I looked across the room, Sebastian was staring at me. Like an idiot, I gave him a small smile and wave.

“Did you just smile and wave at him?” Ellery whispered as she leaned across the table.

“Yes.”

“Good job.” She held up her hand for a high five.

“What did you say to him?” I asked.

“Nothing. I just told him it was nice to see him and that you were here with us celebrating the success of the opening night. You should have seen the look on his face when he looked over and saw you sitting here.”

“Yeah, because he got caught. The sorry son of a bitch,” Ellery spoke.

“He didn’t get caught at anything. We aren’t dating. So let’s enjoy our dinner and talk about something else.”

The waiter brought our shots of whiskey and set them in the middle of the table.

“Are those what I think they are?” Connor asked Ellery.

“Yes.”

“Elle, this isn’t the kind of restaurant where you do shots.”

“Connor, sweetheart. As long as a place has a bar and serves alcohol, shots can be done anywhere.”

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