Page 130 of Taste of Addiction

“Get out.”

“Graham…”

“Get out!”

“Don’t do this,” she begs. Her eyes move around the room looking for a lifeline, someone who can bail her out of the shit situation she created for herself. But there is no one.

“I mean it, Sophia. Get out. You are fired, effective immediately. Never step foot on any of my properties. If you get within a few yards of mygirlfriend, you better turn the opposite way, or I will slap a restraining order against you. Do you understand?”

“Grah—”

“Don’t approach her. Don’t look at her sideways. Don’t talk to her. Don’t even utter her name.”

I watch in awe as tears rush out of her eyes. Seeing her have this much real emotion is actually hard to witness. Sure, Sophia deserves what she is getting served, but now that the excitement has worn off, I actually feel a bit sorry for her. She is losing the best thing she thought she ever had—Graham.

Too bad he belongs to me.

That is something I will never feel sorry for.

Owen and Collins escort Sophia out of the penthouse. Graham moves over to my side, wrapping me in his arms.

“I’m sorry that went on for as long as it did, and that I never figured out the truth on my own.”

“I thought maybe she was the one who fed the press information about me,” I say softly. “But when I confronted her about it, she looked genuinely surprised over the accusation.”

“Knowing now what she is capable of, it’s not hard to think that is a possibility. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He places a kiss to my forehead. “I’m sorry that this whole debacle has caused you unnecessary stress and pain. She is out of our lives for good.”

I lean up to kiss him on the lips.

“My biggest regret is not videotaping your woman in action,” Logan chimes in from across the room. “That was hawt.”

We all laugh, appreciating the lightening of the mood.

Collins and Owen come back, and we all pick up the mess that I had a hand in creating.

“Sorry I ruined poker night.”

“Yeah,” Nic says, “but you basically just turned it into fight night instead.”

I laugh over his laid-back mood. He always has a way of making me feel comfortable, despite the situation being stressful.

“I’m pretty sure I had the highest chip count,” a man I don’t know says, his lips curling up into a smirk.

Nic laughs. “Dude, you had thelowestcount.”

“But I would have won the pot if Graham’s warrior princess didn’t come here to show him who’s boss. And to think he’s the one with the actual wrestling experience.” He turns his attention to me. “Pretty sure you can teach your man a few moves.”

I smile. “No doubt.”

“In and out of the bedroom,” Logan chimes in.

“Hey now,” Graham warns. “Don’t be thinking about my woman in any bedrooms.”

“Territorial much?”

Oh, he has no idea just how much. Graham tickles my side, making me squirm.

Glitter is scattered across the poker table, making me realize I am still dressed like a snowflake. The night didn’t turn out like I expected, but at least I got the conclusion I wanted on one thing. I’m sure in the morning, the realization of me failing Dr. Williams’s class will be harder to swallow.

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