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“How’d he do it?”
She sat up. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He grabbed her arm. “That’s the least you could do for crying in my bed.”
She glared at him. “I kneed a potential business partner in the nuts.”
He stared at her for a few beats of silence and then, “Why?”
“Apparently, he’s going to be the next powerful man in the city, and since that’s what I go for, I should know my place, which is at his feet.”
There was a lot of activity going on in his eyes, but he didn’t speak.
“Marcus told me to leave.”
His grip tightened. “He didn’t beat that guy’s ass?”
“He didn’t care what he said.” She let out a shaky breath and stared at his ripped body. “Maybe we should still fuck.”
“I’m not into women with blotchy faces.”
She let out a weak laugh. Somehow, the laugh transitioned into sobbing.
“Fuck.” Angel pulled her down beside him and tipped her against his side.
She buried her face against his chest and cried her heart out. She was lost in a sea of emotion. The feel of his skin and his steady heartbeat were the only things that kept her from losing touch with reality. She clutched him while his fingers moved through her hair. When the tears ceased, she lay slumped against him with her head throbbing.
“There’s nothing worse than a woman’s tears,” he said.
“I’m sorry.” She shouldn’t be apologizing since it defused him. “I don’t know what got into me.”
“I do. Did you tell that fuck you love him?”
She stiffened. “I don’t love him.”
“Women don’t cry like that for men they don’t love.”
“I’m just having a bad week,” she said hoarsely.
“When you’re over your bad week, we’ll fuck each other’s brains out. You’re not into it tonight, so I’m going to get back to work. You done with the crying jag?”
“Yeah.”
He rolled away and disappeared into the bathroom. She took in his beautiful body before it disappeared. Crisis averted by tears. Who knew that would work on Angel Roman? She took a deep breath and scooted to the edge of the bed. She stuffed her boobs back into her dress and then pulled the short skirt down. Her thong was ruined and no longer wearable. The necklace sparkled in the midst of rumpled bedsheets. She hesitated before she reached out and grabbed it.
Angel came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of jeans and a white tee. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.”
He tipped his head to the side as he surveyed her. “I haven’t known you long, but I like what I see. If Fletcher isn’t giving you what you need, don’t waste your time.”
“I don’t think that’s going to be an issue anymore.” The look on his face when he told her to leave was burned into her mind.
They left the bedroom and started downstairs. Mickey was waiting for them. She could only imagine what she looked like since he sent Angel a murderous glance. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, she instinctively looked back at the living area, but Angel grabbed her arm and escorted her through the entrance hall. She glanced at her reflection and saw that she had mascara smeared over her right eye and her eyeshadow was completely gone. She looked pathetic and lost.
Angel walked her to her car and opened the door. She stared at him, unsure how to feel over what happened.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
