Page 88 of Rhet

“At least take one of the guards with you. I have enemies,” he chokes out.

“Fine, I will take a guard, but they have to stay unnoticed.” I don’t want to be caught by some mysterious enemy. I take my bracelet off the coffee table and put it on.

“Can you help me with this?” I extend my wrist to him.

He takes his hand out of his pocket and comes to me. His fingers feel warm against my wrist as he locks the clasps together. His thumb rubs circles on my inner wrist, sending bolts of energy through my body. I pull away “Thanks.”

“I don’t know how to feel about this, Zeeta.”

His tone is tense. I laugh, because the women he dates wear strings and call them dresses. He has some nerve.

“You feel nothing. I will be there tomorrow. I will see you in the morning.” I walk to the door opening it.

“Until then, Mr. Banner have a fabulous night.” I hold on to the doorknob tightly, expecting him to have a fit of anger.

He says nothing. He looks at me once more, then he leaves.

RHET

The piano plays softly through Ultra. It’s one of the newest restaurants to open in Lakeshore. There is a low hum of people talking, waiters pass by with huge trays filled with food. In the far corner I can see a flame presentation on someone’s table. The people around clap at the waiter for the presentation. The atmosphere is sensational. I want to be anywhere but here.

“Alissa said she is going to Cabo. Then I laughed that I was going too.” Miley touches my arm as she tells me a story, I’m not interested in. Nothing gets me like a girl who giggles for no reason. Zeeta giggles but there’s always something that’s worth her giggle. Miley giggles at everything, if my napkin drops on the floor she giggles.

Is Zeeta giggling with her date tonight? I wonder who she’s out with? I will find out before the night is over. A Bumblee date? Does she not care for her wellbeing? I stab my beef as I ignore Miley. On another day this beef would have tasted great, today it tastes like ash. All because of Zeeta.

I sent two of my men to keep tabs on her. Just in case she’s dealing with a psycho. They’re supposed to send me pics on the hour. I should fire them all because it’s been almost an hour.

My phone pings, I put my fork down and unlock it. Of course, Miley giggles at the noise my phone makes.

“Who’s that?” she asks, trying to look at my phone. I ignored her.

When I open my text, I pray for her date to be fat and baldhead with no fucking teeth.

Clearly, someone in heaven has a sense of humor because the man in this picture looks like fucking Super Man. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has an English accent.

As the pictures come in, my temper rises. She’s smiling up at him way too much. She never smiles like that around me. Not like I give a shit, but still.

Another pic comes to my phone as he’s looking down into her dress while she gets out the car. In the next pic, both of them sit at a booth in what I can only gather is the Glass House. Does that mean he’s rich too? I hope to God his dick is the size of his baby finger because if not, it would be unfair to all mankind. I get a sickening feeling in my stomach. However, I feel the need to make my presence known even if I’m miles away.

I dial my guard’s number.

“Mr. Banner.”

“Monitor their dinner. At the end, pay and have a waiter go to the table, with the bill and tell them it was paid for, courtesy Rhet Banner.” That makes me feel better.

“Yes, sir.”

I hang up feeling happy I can cause some ruckus on her date.

“Rhet, baby, are you listening?”

Shit, I’m on my own date. “No, I’m not listening but keep talking.” You would think those words would register to the green-eyed beauty that something was wrong. It doesn’t. She starts back talking again.

I should text Zeeta the menu for my parents tomorrow. I need to know what she thinks.

Me:Need to set the menu for tomorrow’s dinner. Fish, Pork, Beef or Chicken? What do you think?

I wait. No reply, ten minutes later still nothing. I need something else. I need it to sound more urgent. I send her another text.

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