“You don’t get to tell me that you love me and leave me through a note,” Dylan said, dropping the note he’d left behind on the bar. “I would say there was plenty to talk about.”
He considered ignoring her, but he was curious about one thing…
“How did you find me?” he asked, since neither one of them had ever been at this bar before.
“Your phone,” Dylan said, gesturing to the phone in front of him. “Brooke had location trackers put on all B.T. Construction phones years ago.”
“Good to know,” Quinn said, picking up his phone and turned it off before he stood up and reached over the bar to toss it in the trash.
“That’s so sad that you think that will stop me,” Dylan said, blinking at him only to frown when he said, “Brooke,” deciding to put an end to this bullshit so that she would stop trying to play this game.
“What about her?” Dylan asked, shifting to get more comfortable.
“She told me everything,” he said, not bothering to look at her as he finished his beer and-
“She told you that she was possessed by a demon?” Dylan asked, looking really fucking hopeful and making his lips despite everything.
“The other thing,” Quinn bit out.
“What other thing?” she asked as she helped herself to the bowl of nuts in front of her.
“The deal you had with her,” Quinn said evenly, watching as Dylan slowly nodded as she thought that over.
“I already told you about that,” Dylan pointed out.
“You didn’t tell me about the other deal you made with her,” he said, watching her frown in confusion.
“There was only one deal and it ended the moment that she tried screwing me over,” Dylan said, shrugging it off and pissing him off.
“She knew about everything, Dylan, and I mean fucking everything, from our deal to the reason why. She knew almost word for word every reason I gave why the condos were a bad idea. She knew that we got married, when we found out that you were pregnant, absolutely fucking everything,” he bit out, watching as her frown deepened, but he wasn’t done.
Far from it.
“You lied to me from the beginning. She was never fucking engaged and there were never any condos. She wouldn’t help you, so you decided to play me and when you realized that youwere out of your league with Blackwood Manor, you decided to start selling your designs online. You-”
“I want a divorce,” Dylan said, cutting him off as her words hit him like a physical blow.
He opened his mouth only to end up glaring when the little brat slapped her hand over his mouth and whispered,“She’s listening.”
Frowning, Quinn followed her gaze to the trash can behind the bar. Pressing her lips to her lips, Dylan climbed off the stool and-
Stumbled over her own two feet before making her way around the bar with a grumble. Once she was there, she cleared her throat and gestured for the bartender that looked really fucking confused to move out of the way with a politely murmured, “Excuse me,” made her way over to the trash can, grabbed his phone, pressed her fingers against her lips as she met his glare, and quickly made her way back.
That was followed by a two-minute struggle to climb back onto the stool until he took pity on her and helped her up. Once she was there, she turned his phone on and handed it to him. Biting back a sigh, he typed in his passcode only to have the little pain in the ass snatch it out of his hand and opened his settings. He watched as she went through his controls, pausing to look through the apps that had microphone access only to frown when she came to the last one that was set to active.
System Service
He watched as she removed access from the app before moving onto video access to find the app there as well. When she was done, she went to the app screen, found the app and deleted it before handing the phone to him and focused on her phone only to find the app there as well. Once she removed it from her phone, she opened a bank app and placed it in front of him as the realization of what happened slammed into him.
Brooke had been listening this whole time.
“What’s this?” he asked, only to go still when he saw his name on the account.
“The money that I earned from selling my designs. I was saving to pay you back for Blackwood Manor,” Dylan said, shrugging it off. “I’m not interested in B.T. Construction. Never was. But I couldn’t stand by and watch her destroy it and for what it’s worth, I never lied to you.”
“What else?” Quinn asked, hollowly as he sat there, praying that he’d been wrong. He-
“You’re an asshole,” Dylan said with a firm nod as something else occurred to him, something that had him going still as he looked at her and-
