Page 53 of Masked Seduction
She shrugs, glancing down as she continues to ruin her blouse. “Fine. But it’s sweet, really, how much you care. A man like you could have anyone, but I suppose you’ve grown desperate since our divorce.”
I refuse to rise to the jab, remaining silent though anger simmers just beneath my skin, barely contained.
“I came here,” she continues, voice turning serious, “because I wanted to tell you myself. I didn’t want you to hear it from someone else.”
“Tell me what? We have nothing left to say to each other.”
She tosses the cloth onto the bar, turning fully to face me. Her lips curve into a cruel smile. “I’m seeing Nico Agosti.”
Every nerve in my body goes on high alert, tension radiating throughout my chest. Nico fucking Agosti—my most persistent rival. The son of the don who’s determined to reclaim territory his family lost decades ago.
“Agosti,” I say, my voice carefully neutral. “Interesting choice. You really think he gives a shit about you?”
Her eyes flash. “He’s a perfect gentleman, and he knows exactly how to treat a woman.”
I chuckle humorlessly. “Daria, please. You really haven’t considered that maybe, just maybe, Nico’s using you to get to me?”
Her expression hardens, fury radiating off of her in waves. “God, you are unbelievable. It’s always about you, isn’t it? Nico didn’t even know my last name when we met.”
I laugh outright. “You honestly believe that? The man’s been trying to infiltrate my territory for years. He knows exactly who you are.”
She visibly flinches, masking her doubt with anger. “You’re pathetic, Abram. Jealousy doesn’t suit you.”
I lean forward, my gaze hardening. “I don’t give a damn who you fuck. But if you think Agosti isn’t playing you, you’re a fool. Just keep my name out of your mouth.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she spits, her voice rising. “You lost that right when you walked out!”
My temper flares. “You’rethe one who walked out, Daria. The only regret I have is saying ‘I do’ to a snake like you in the first place.”
She lunges forward, one manicured finger pointing accusingly. “You loved me. You’d have given anything to keep me!”
“I was blind,” I growl, standing straight, towering over her. “But thankfully, I got my sight back. Now get out of my office before I throw you out.”
She scoffs, folding her arms defiantly. “Make me.”
I snatch up the phone on my desk, stabbing the numbers to the security line. “Send two men up to my office immediately. I need them to escort Ms. Vasilieva off the property.”
She screams, her voice shrill enough to shatter glass. “I don’t go by that fucking name anymore!”
“Then change it legally,” I reply, calmly replacing the receiver. “I don’t want to be associated with you.”
She stares at me, chest heaving, eyes filled with pure venom. She hurls her coffee mug at me with impressive force, aiming for my head. I see it coming just in time and catch it reflexively, coffee sloshing out and soaking into my shirt sleeve. It burns a bit, but I ignore the pain.
“You fucking—” My teeth grind together so hard my jaw throbs, vision narrowing to a pinpoint.
Before I can take another step toward her, the door swings open. Jenna stands there with two broad-shouldered security guards behind her. Her eyes dart from my soaked sleeve to Daria’s defiant stance.
Daria instantly straightens and smooths her hair, her stature switching back to calm, polished, and infuriatingly poised. “No need for dramatics, boys. I’m leaving.”
She moves toward the door with exaggerated grace, pausing just long enough to lean close to Jenna, eyes filled with cruelty. Her voice is low but loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Enjoy being his chubby little whore while it lasts.”
Jenna pales, shock flickering across her face, quickly replaced by fury. My fists clench so tightly my knuckles crack audibly.
“Get the fuck out, Daria,” I snarl.
She smirks, sweeping from the room without another word, security following closely. Jenna steps aside stiffly, avoiding my eyes.
