Page 42 of Unmasked Legacy

I bite my lip, awaiting the drama about to unfold.

“I’ll give you one chance to tell me you just happened upon me here and that you’re not fuckin’ followin’ me before I completely lose my fuckin’ shit,” he growls.

Oh boy, here we go.

“I was in town, and I saw your bike and figured you were here having a beer. I never assumed you would be with that red headed bitch.”

Well now she’s just pissing me off.

“Excuse me?” I say, before Wolfe can answer.

Esme spins toward me. “Nobody is speaking to you, bitch. You should have left when you were first warned. All you’re doing is causing problems.”

I snort. “Problems? For who? You and your fake relationship?”

“There is nothing fake about it,” she snaps. “He belongs to me, and you’re getting in the way.”

“I belong to fuckin’ nobody,” Wolfe barks, pushing out of his chair and getting right in Esme’s face. “You need to get out before I throw you out.”

“You’re defending her?” Esme gasps.

“No, I’m defendin’ myself. You ain’t my old lady, Esmerelda, and even if you were, you would never come in here and disrespect me like this.”

She shrinks back. “I’m sorry, baby. I just ... I didn’t mean to.”

My eyes widen. Damn, she is really willing to do just about anything to keep him. Shame he doesn’t feel the same way about her.

At least, I don’t think he does.

“Outside, now,” he orders.

She nods, scurrying behind him when he leaves the bar.

I exhale, frustration and a hint of jealousy coursing through my veins. I stare over at Harriet who is watching me with a scowl.

Not tonight, lady. Not tonight.

Without saying a single word to her, I get to my feet and get the hell out of there. I find another spot by the bar and slide onto a stool, swallowing the beer as fast as I can before ordering another one. I’m already well on my way to being drunk, but the thought of Wolfe and Esme out there, kissing and making up, just does something to me.

I’m not the kind of girl to deny my own feelings, I’m very in tune with how I feel, and I make no secret that I have feelingsfor Wolfe. I don’t make it known to him, of course, but I’m not denying it to myself. It stings knowing he doesn’t feel the same, even more so that he isn’t even a little interested.

“How’s your night?”

The low voice of a man has me turning my head to see a blond-haired, blue-eyed hottie sitting down beside me. He looks like he has come straight out of a football field and into the bar. He is the all-American superstar looking guy, and when he smiles, I could one hundred percent see it being plastered all over magazine covers and modeling campaigns.

He’s gorgeous.

“It could be better,” I say, offering him a smile.

“Mind if I sit here?”

I shake my head. “It’s a free space; you can sit where you like.”

He grins, extending a hand. “I’m Nash.”

Of course that’s his name.

“Mera,” I say, taking his hand and shaking it.

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