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“Fuck off,” I spit.
“I would never send you anything that I’ve bought for another woman. I’ve never bought a woman lingerie in my life.”
“I don’t care what you do. Now, let me go.”
He crowds over me. We’re not touching, but I’m caged between his arms, his fists planted against the wall on either side of me.
“I’m not stopping you,” he grits, his eyes wild.
He’s right. I could push his arms away or duck underneath them.
But I don’t.
“I didn’t know she’d be wearing that.”
“I told you. I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.”
“Jesus.” He slams a fist against the wall. “I’m telling you, Ava. I’ve never sent another woman lingerie. Or perfume. Or bought them half a juice company. Or been prepared to genetically engineer a fucking unicorn for them if they wanted one.” He shakes his head with a curse. “Only you, Ava… It’s only ever been you.”
“What about stealing their work? Am I the special one there too?”
He pushes away from the wall, his chest expanding with an angry breath as he barks out another rough curse and turns away from me.
“Thought so.” I sneer. “Aren’t I lucky?”
I storm past him, ignoring his calls of my name as I find the restrooms and barge inside. I go into a stall and place the lid down, collapsing onto the seat as I suck in deep breaths to slow my heart down.
The main door opens, and the room fills with chatter as two women spill inside, gushing over how amazing the show is.
“Did you see Francesca?” one says.
“She looked hot,” her friend agrees.
“You know her boyfriend’s in the front row, Jet Grant?”
“Like I’d miss him.” The friend giggles. “God, he’s so good-looking. They’re one hot couple. Imagine how beautiful their babies will be.”
I flush the toilet and walk out, going to the sink to wash my hands.
“I’ve heard his dick’s tiny.”
The two women’s eyes fly to mine as I dry my hands on a paper towel and fix my hair in the mirror.
“A man like that?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “He buys these herbal enlargement pills in the hope it’ll grow. It’s why he looks so moody all the time. The side effects of them are irritability.” I turn and give them a sad smile.
“That’s…” One of the woman’s eyes widen.
“Such a shame,” her friend says.
“Such a waste.” The first one sighs.
I walk out with a smug smile and follow the signs until I find the open bar area where the after-show drinks are being served.
“Darling.” My mother waves from across the room and I make my way over to her.
“Are you feeling okay? You look better.”
