Page 40 of Billionaire's Promise
I squeeze my eyes shut. "Me too, bro. Me too."
"I assume this little demonstration was to show me just how loyal you are to your partners?" Liam interjects. "If so, consider the message received."
Sinclair nods. "You’re Weston’s brother, which means, there’s a connection of trust which I won’t breach."
"You guys done fighting?" Weston calls out from below.
I duck under the ropes, then jump down, "We’re donetalking," I retort. "And I need to get out of here, else I’ll be late."
"You still on babysitting duties?" He quirks an eyebrow.
"What’s it to you?" I scowl.
He pulls out a phone, swipes the screen and hands it over to me.
I stare at the phone, then stiffen. The video shows a woman dressed in a sleeveless red dress that contrasts with her pale skin and matches the red of her lips. She throws back her head and laughs at something that her companion…a man in a suit who’s seated opposite her says.
The hair on the back of my neck rises. For a second there... in profile, she'd resembled my mystery girl. The one I'd spotted on the train platform a few years ago as she had thrown her head back and laughed at something that her sister had said. Goosebumps pop on my skin. Shit, this obsession with that red-haired woman of my dreams is definitely going to make me do something I am going to regret.
She tilts her head and her hair catches the light and burnished copper glints back at me. Her cheeks are rosy and her green eyes sparkle. She’s, clearly, enjoying herself.
"Motherfucker," I growl. "Who sent this to you?"
"Amelie." He tilts his head. "She spotted Ava at the restaurant…which, luckily, happens to be next door."
"Next door?" I frown. "At the Dorchester?"
He nods and I brush past him, heading for the exit.
"You may want to change," he calls out.
I pause, glance down at my gym shorts and T-shirt. I’m sweaty, but who cares? Maybe she would? And if I stay to shower, no telling what the douche in a suit might get up to in that time.
Damian ambles over to us. "I know you’re thinking it doesn’t matter, but you don’t want to be turning up there dressed like this."
"Like what?"
"Like a desperate asshole who interrupted his gym session to break up her date."
"I’m going to smash his head in," I interrupt him, "but that’s beside the point."
"Aren’t you getting a little too…possessive, here."
"So?"
"She’s not yours. You know that, right?"
"Of course, I do," I say through gritted teeth. "I’m merely doing what Edward would have done in my place."
"That’s all it is?" Sinner draws closer.
"Yes."
"You sure?" Weston asks.
"The fuck you guys care?"
"We care about you, bro," Damian says softly. "You’ve forgotten that when you are part of the Seven, you get all of us in your corner."
