Page 21 of Submit to Mr. Billionaire

The thought of her leaving is like a punch to the gut, but I knew her stay was temporary. My relationship with Greig has been on edge since Quinn came into the picture. She's killing it, making it obvious how much he's been slacking.

"What'd you say to him?" Caleb asks.

"I took him aside and told him I keep Quinn too busy to meet with him. He just clenched his teeth and walked away."

He takes a sip of his beer. "You think he might start catching on?"

I shrug. "At this point, I don't care who finds out. I'm trying not to be a selfish, greedy bastard because I know she doesn't want that."

He chuckles as his phone dings. He pulls it out of his pocket and grins. "It's Kelly. She just sent me a picture, nothing but a towel. Time to head home."

I chuckle. "Alright, man. Take care of yourself."

"You too," he replies, rummaging in his pockets for his wallet.

I wave him off. "I got this, don't worry about it."

He smirks. "Alright, I'm out," he says before leaving the table.

I'm finishing up my steak when I suddenly see a stunning figure slide into the chair opposite me. I raise my eyes and find myself surprised to see Abigail sitting there. "How are you, Weston?"

Annoyed, I take a bite of my steak and then wipe my mouth with a napkin. "Abigail," I mutter, not wanting to acknowledge her. Ever since Quinn came into my life, the small grip that she had on me seems to have vanished.

She flashes a smile. "Good seeing you. I'm here with a friend and just had to come say hello."

I nod, trying to keep it short. "Abigail, we've been over this, remember?"

She fiddles with her hair. "I know I messed up big time, but my feelings for you haven't gone away."

Just as I'm about to shut her down, my attention shifts to Quinn. She's at a table across the restaurant, chatting with Marissa, but keeps glancing over at me and Abigail. She looks almost angry, probably thinking I'm on a date with her.

The situation's messed up, but an idea hits me. It's obvious she wants me, and seeing me with someone else is getting to her, just like it does to me when it's the other way around.

A smirk crosses my face.Time to stir the pot.

I decide to play it cool with Abigail, just to make Quinn realize what she's missing. "So, Abby, how's your family? You mentioned you came back to town because you were homesick, right?"

Abigail's face lights up at my question. "Oh, they're doing great. It's been nice being back home, catching up with everyone."

I lean back in my chair, making sure to flash a relaxed smile, one that I know Quinn can see.

I laugh at something Abigail says, a bit louder than necessary, but I can tell it's working. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Quinn's expression change, her eyes narrowing slightly. She's trying to keep her focus on Marissa, but it's clear she's distracted by us.

"So, what else have you been up to since coming back?" I ask, turning my attention back to Abigail, who's giddy to have my undivided attention.

"I've been exploring the new spots in town," she replies. "It's changed a lot here, but some things still feel the same."

As we continue chatting, I occasionally glance over at Quinn, noticing that she's becoming more and more unsettled. It's not something I'm proud of, but seeing her react this way confirms what I've been feeling. She's not as indifferent about me as she pretends to be.

Finally, it's time to leave.

I stand up, signaling to Abigail that we should head out. "It was nice catching up, Abby," I say, still keeping my voice loud enough for Quinn to overhear.

Abigail nods. "Absolutely, I've missed you."

We walk out of the restaurant together, and as we step outside, I can't help but glance back through the window. Quinn is still sitting there, her gaze following us, a clear sign of jealousy written all over her face. I know this little game has changed the dynamics between us.

Once out of view from the restaurant's windows, I stop and turn to face Abigail. The playful demeanor I had inside disappears, replaced by a serious expression.

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