Page 70 of The Devil Can Be Kind

I mentally kicked myself for being such a bloody stupid fool. I had allowed myself to think that something was changing between us. Obviously I had been wrong.

The feeling wasn’t mutual, and it hurt.

I didn’t bother waiting for the elevator to arrive, aiming straight for the stairs and taking the steps as quickly as I could. My Louboutin’s clicked angrily against the tile with each step I descended. Once I was down the first two flights, I could hear the distinctive thuds of someone following me, so I quickened my pace.

I needed to be alone.

The moment my foot hit solid ground I sprinted out the stairwell and across the garage to my car. I wasn’t six feet from it before I was yanked back by the arm.

“Where the hell are you going?” Marco’s cold voice reverberated in the silent garage.

Shit.

I looked anywhere but at his face, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing the disappointment in my eyes.

“Away from you, you selfish prick!”

I tried shoving away his touch, but it was no use. His grip held firm like a vice.

We struggled for a moment before he walked me to the car and trapped me against it. The chill of metal was bitingly cold through the thin material of my blouse.

“Ada—” he began, but I didn’t want to hear it.

“Is that where you’ve been all week?” I demanded. “Fucking that whore?”

I glared up at him, anger pulling my face taut.

“Of course not!” He frowned, as if the thought disturbed him. “It was business.”

“Some business! I didn’t realize there was enough space for a board meeting between her legs!”

His dark, clouded eyes penetrated me with a look that I couldn’t possibly decipher.

“I was in New York until this morning,” he said measuredly. “I didn’t know she would be here. She means nothing to me.”

“I don’t give a shit what she means to you.” I lied. “I was worried sick about you both the whole week. You left me in the dark and I was scared. I didn’t know what was going on! Now I know you’ve been screwing thatbimbo?—.”

“I have not.” Marco said viciously. “And even if I had, why does that bother you so much, hey?”

My mind swirled, “I-I…” I stumbled over the words, knowing that once they were spoken, they could never be clawed back.

His eyes darkened, but he waited patiently for me to continue.

“I thought there was?—"

I didn’t get to finish my sentence as a rage-inducing voice cut me off.

Lexi.

“What’s going on, babe? Just ignore that brat, she’s always making a fucking scene.” Lexi’s sultry voice rang out.

Is it possible to hate someone without ever speaking more than a sentence to them?

Right now, my answer was yes.

Behind her neon pink slip of a dress and fake tits, the entire security team had also emerged.

Frustrated, Marco moved away to bark orders at the approaching men and address the desperate mess heading straight for us.

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