Page 82 of Torrid Love
I look up at him and frown. “What are you talking about?”
“Word has it Dom is out on a date with Joel—”
“Good for her.”
“You’re full of shit, Wolfe.”
“Jesus Christ, Loki,” I snap indignantly. “She can do whatever she wants. With whomever she wants.”
Good one. Too bad you don’t believe any of it.
“Right,” he sneers, a half smile hanging from the corner of his lips.Damn, I hate when he does that.“In any case, I have a corner booth reserved for us at the back of Vego’s Lounge. Let’s head over there for drinks and dinner.”
“Thanks, I’ll pass. I’m not in the mood. I’m going home.”Where I can wallow in my self-pity alone.
“I don’t care what fucking mood you’re in, Rod. You’re coming.” His tone is harsh.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“No, the question is, what’s up your ass?”
I jump to my feet, circle my desk and stand in his face.
I’m six one and Loki towers over me by three inches, but right now he’s giving off a don’t-fuck-with-me vibe that makes him appear ten feet tall.
I tilt my head to the side and challenge him. “What did you just say to me?”
“Let me answer the question for you,” he says. “Your head is up your ass, Rod. You can come to Vego’s Lounge willingly or I’ll haul your ass over my shoulder and carry you there kicking and screaming if I have to. Roark is already waiting for us.”
“What?”
“I need backup. The only reason Rory isn’t also there is because he’s in Miami.”
“You organized an intervention?” Betrayal burns a hole in my gut. “I’ve been off drugs for a while now so you’re wasting your fucking time, Loki.”
“Rod, your retarded caveman attitude towards your best friend is affecting your judgmentandteam morale. The shit you pulled today is unacceptable. Not only were you unprofessional, but you were rude. Your mother might have been a poor excuse for a parent, but I know your brothers and Nana instilled better manners in you. I didn’t recognize the guy who was running his mouth. He looked like you, but he didn’t sound like you. And what was it with all that back and forth to the set? Dom is a grown woman. You don’t own her.”
“I—”
“We’ve worked too damn hard to lose everything to your inability to control your temper. Not to mention, Joel is signed under Holt’s label. Holt is not only a long-time and loyal friend, but he’s paying us a lot of money. How do you thank him? By pissing all over one of his top artists. That’s why we’re fucking meeting at Vego’s Lounge.”
I consider him long and hard.
I don’t know how many seconds pass. As we stare at each other, neither of us is willing to back down or compromise. His eyes are burning in anger. I can’t remember the last time I saw Loki this upset.
You’re just collecting trophies today, Wolfe.
Honestly, I wouldn’t even know where to start when it comes to justifying my reprehensible actions other than the fact I hated the attention Joel was showering Dom with.
Fuck, am I jealous?
What’s happening to me?
“Rod, you’re a great friend, a kick ass businessman and partner, but I won’t—”
“Okay, I’ll come.”
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