Page 84 of The Billionaire's Bride
"Excuse me?" Edward arches an eyebrow, all cold and mean-like.
Well, whatever. This time, their over-the-top sexiness is not going to distract me.
"When it suits you, the two of you unite against me, and when it doesn’t, you decide to fight over me."
"Which is stopping right now," Edward drawls.
"It is?"
Baron nods, "We’re done behaving in such an immature fashion."
I snort, "Famous last words."
"We mean it this time." Edward leans forward, "We had a talk this morning."
I push back my chair and jump up, "Another talk? And once more, I am not part of it?"
"You were tired." Edward scowls. "We let you sleep in."
"Oh, you let me sleep in." I scoff. "If you expect me to thank you, prepare to be disappointed," I snap. "Besides, who’s fault is it that I was tired?" At their blank looks, I continue. "I handled the both of you, at once, Jesus, do you know how difficult that was for me?"
"I don’t know, babe," Baron mutters, "from what I saw, you enjoyed yourself tremendously."
"Asshole." I pale. "The both of you... Fuckers. Wankers. Tossers of the first order." My chest heaves, "I hate both of you. I wish I’d never met either of you."
"Done having your tantrum?" Baron says in a cold voice that, honestly, pushes me over the edge.
"Done?" I glance between them. "No, I am not done." I grab my plate with the remnants of my breakfast and smash it to the floor. Neither of them reacts.Oh, yeah? That’s how it’s going to be, is it?I seize Baron’s plate with his leftovers and throw it down, reach for Edward’s plate when he grabs my arm. "Let me go," I snarl, "let me the fuck go."
"Sit down, Eve," Baron snaps.
"No."
"Do it, or I’ll make you." I shoot him a sideways glance, take in his hard features, the tic of his jaw, the nerve that throbs at his temple. I hold his gaze and his blue eyes turn even colder. Chips of ice that can burn me, cut through me, slice me to the bone and I’d never be able to stop him. Never. I release my hold on Edward’s plate, sink down into the chair.
Baron pushes a glass of water toward me. "Drink," he orders.
I lift the glass and my fingers tighten around it. I so want to throw it in his face.
"Don’t," Edward says in a mild tone.
I glare at him, take a few sips, then keep it down.
His lips twist, "Now we talk."
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Ava
"Talk?" I purse my lips, "I thought the two of you said that you would never again discuss what happened last night."
"We’re not doing it again Eve," Baron rumbles. "That was a one-off."
"Oh, why is that?" I stare at him. "Because you two decided so?"
"Among other things." He nods, and I blow out a breath, "See, this is the problem, the two of you deciding things that concern me, without keeping me in the picture."
"We let you decide how to manage the situation first, and see what happened then?"
