Page 7 of Seduced By You

This time, Sebastian didn’t contain his laughter. “You’re magnificent, Leesa. You’re what Kadon needs to hold him to account. Be careful someone doesn’t poach her, buddy.”

“You’re right. She is magnificent, and I’d hate to lose her. But I’d never hold her back if she chooses to leave.”

“Oh, stop with the praise. I’m almost blushing.”

I settled Sebastian and Trinity at their bungalow, made sure their butler had noted down their food and drink preferences, and arranged for the masseuse to stop by after lunch. I left them my phone number in case they needed anything and promised to swing by during the day, then returned to the reception area to greet my next set of guests. The club had seven bungalows that housed the most important VIPs, and all of them came under my care. Despite the lateness in the season, they were full this weekend, which would keep me on my toes right through Sunday night.

By twelve o’clock, all my guests were in their bungalows, and so far, I hadn’t had to deal with a single drama. Long may it continue, although I doubted much time would pass before my phone rang. I grabbed a coffee and was on my way to the staff lounge when a news item on the TV behind the main bar caught my eye. I stopped dead in my tracks.

“Dom, can you turn that up?” I jerked my chin at the bartender.

“Sure.” He picked up the remote control and increased the volume.

Sliding onto a bar stool, I cupped my hands around my coffee mug and stared at the TV screen with growing horror. Benedict and his soon-to-be wife, Fenella, were standing outsideourfavorite Japanese restaurant in Kensington, talking to a journalist about their upcoming wedding. I couldn’t turn away, transfixed to the screen.

And then I heard my name.

What the ever-loving fuck?

My jaw slackened until I was sure I’d never clamp it shut again. I couldn’t believe my ears. The journalist posed a question about regrets. Did Benedict regret our breakup and how he handled it?

“Of course.” Benedict’s smarmy grin drew wide. “I’m not proud of breaking up with Annaleesa so soon before our wedding day. And she was sobroken,you know. She cried and cried and begged me not to leave her.” He painted this pretend-to-give-a-shit expression on his face. “It was rather pathetic actually.”

Pathetic?I clasped my mug hard enough to shatter it. Oh, I’d kill him. If I ever got my hands on that bastard, I’d—

“We’ve invited her to our wedding.” His chest puffed up as if he’d won the fucking peace prize. “You know, to say no hard feelings. I doubt she’ll come, but we’re generous people, and Annaleesa once meant a lot to me.” He gazed down at Fenella. “But when you find the one, you know.” His lips pulled back from his perfect toothy smile.

I swayed in the sudden grip of rage and grabbed the edge of the bar. I took several deep breaths.I’ll show him broken. A broken fucking nose.

“Won’t it be strange,” the reporter continued, his question aimed at Fenella. “To have your fiancé’s ex at your wedding?”

“Not at all. Leesa and I were once very close.”

I snorted. Close, my arse.

“But, as my beloved said,” she continued, blinking up at Benedict, enthralled, “we don’t expect her to accept the invitation. I mean, it’d look a little sad, don’t you think? A woman alone at her ex’s wedding.”

My breakfast almost came back up.

The reporter posed another question, but the blood rushing through my ears drowned out the response.

I seethed. How dare he? That fucking prick. If justice existed in the world, there’d be a live-streamed video of rats gnawing off his balls. Hell, I’d even pay for the production costs. Then again, wrongdoers rarely got their comeuppance.

Broken. Begging. Pathetic. A woman alone.

Twat.

Both of them were twats.

Except… I drummed my fingers on the bar. This time, they’d messed with the wrong chick. Benedict might have ended our relationship, but I’d have the last laugh.

I grabbed my coffee and made my way to Kadon’s office. He wasn’t there. I slid my phone from my pocket and shot him a text to meet me in his office. He arrived shortly afterward.

“I’ll do it,” I blurted.

He gazed at me quizzically, one eyebrow lifted in an expression reminiscent of a baddie in a cheesy eighties movie.

“Do what?”

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