“I,um, I could call your cell later?” I offered weakly, gripping my hands to mychest and twisting my fingers together.
“Therewon’t be any need for that. In fact, you should delete my number altogether. Havea good day.” And with that, he straightened his tie in a clichéd manner andhurried around us to enter the bustling world outside.
Quicklyrealizing what had happened, Sebastian released a wheezing breath beforeshaking his head. “Fucking hell, Tabby,” he grumbled before turning around andhurrying outside.
Iran after him.
34
sebastian
“Roman!”I called. The fucking guywalked faster than I expected as I followed him into a parking garage. “JesusfuckingChrist, man. Slow the hell down!”
Whirlingon his heel, he turned to face me. “What doyouwant?” he spat at me. “I’man incredibly busy man and I have places I need to be right now.”
“Oh,I’m sure,” I snickered. “I’m sure there’s an army of people just itching tohear from the infamous Roman Dolecki, and I am the lucky low-life that you’redevoting your precious—”
“Ireallydon’t have fucking time for this,” he interrupted with a patronizingchuckle. “Congratulations, by the way.”
Isquinted my eyes, stepping toward him. “Congratulations for what?”
“Forgetting to her first.” There was that crocodile grin of his, cracking away athis all-business façade, revealing the fractured pride underneath. “You willneverwinwith her, though. I hope you realize that. Women of her staturedeserve to be won by men whodeservethem.”
“Idon’t want to fuckingwin,” I let slip through my lips, and Romanlaughed.
“No,I guess you wouldn’t. Men likeyoudon’t know what it’s like to win pussylikethat.” He snickered, tipping his head back to glare at the concreterafters. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I just called you aman.”
“Dude,why are you such a piece of shit?” I took another step toward him, noting theway he flinched.
Romanshook his head. “I’m not. I’m a good man, and I care about her. The last thingI want is to see her being dragged down to your level of trash.”
Isnickered. “You know what? I really don’t give a fuck what you think of me,Roman. Because I’m always going to be around. And the second you do something tohurt her, that’s when I’ll be there to kick your fucking ass.”
“Oh?”His sinister laugh echoed throughout the parking garage. “You’re threateningme?”
“Yeah,I fucking am,” I growled. I took one final step, my eyes an inch or two abovehis.
Iheard her footsteps behind me, but I didn’t turn around. “Sebastian, get awayfrom himright now. Roman, I am so—”
“Isthis the type of miscreant you want associated with your company?” Roman spokearound me but never took his eyes away from mine.
“Dude,you can’t callmea fucking miscreant when you just talked about herlike she’s aprizeyou can fucking win.” I held his fiery gaze and shookmy head.
“Don’tyoudareput words like that into my mouth,” Roman shouted, prodding afinger against my shoulder.
“Youasshole.” I shook my head, snorting. “You werejusttalking aboutwinning pussy—”
Tabbygasped. “Is he serious?”
Romanuttered a disgusted sound and turned his gaze from mine to shake his head at her.“I hope you know I would never use language like that when speaking about alady, and especially not you.”
“No,I don’t believe that you would,” she stated. Her voice was a knife, slicing meopen as I turned on my heel to stare at her, disbelieving and sogut-wrenchingly hurt, I could hardly breathe.
“You’refucking kidding me, Tabby,” I wheezed, my fists clenching and unclenching withthe power of my fury.
Sheheld her palm up and out, stopping me from speaking any further as she steppedtoward us. “Roman, I’m so, so sorry about this. I hope you know—”
Heshook his head and folded his arms over his chest. “I understand that your connectionto him is a difficult one to sever. But I hope that you will also understand myhesitation to continue our business relationship, as well as our, ah …personalone.”
