Page 78 of Vow

She hated him for making her feel like this.

Haven wasn’t sure what gained the attention of the people inside the private section. It could have been the noise that escaped her suddenly raw throat. A mixture of pain, and disbelief at the sight in front of her. Or it might have been one of the two men sitting on the opposite side of the table with full view of the doorway, and her standing directly inside of it.

Either way, they noticed her.

Andino turned to glance at her first, then the woman.

Haven was too busy looking at him to give a single fuck about her. She should tell the woman good luck—warn her that she was going to need all the luck she could get where Andino was concerned. The man didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself.

That much was clear.

She didn’t bother.

Useless, wasted words.

What was the point?

“Haven?” Andino said, confusion thickening his tone. He was quick to stand from his seat, and move toward her in the doorway. “What are you—”

He was too close.

Already.

Even being ten feet away with another second or two before he could reach her, she felt like he was too goddamn close to her. She didn’t even want to be close enough to share his air, or see his face.

None of it.

Look at what he’d done to her.

Look at what he did.

“Don’t,” Haven snapped out in a rasp, holding one hand up to stop him from coming any closer. “I don’t want you near me, Andino.”

The hard set of his jaw flexed, and something flashed in his eyes. Confusion and pain, she thought, but it was hard to tell. He was good liar—said so himself. Nothing he did or said could be trusted. Not anymore. Haven learned that lesson and learned it well. Even if it was the last thing she wanted to know.

Andino’s gaze darkened, and he took one more step closer to her. “Why are you—”

Haven glanced at the woman, and then back to him. If his shifting feet were any indication, Andino didn’t miss the way her stare moved. Uncomfortable was not a good look on this man, but fuck him, because he deserved it.

And that woman?

Fuck her, too.

Except, she wasn’t even the reason why Haven was there. She was just a second realization—a byproduct of Haven coming here, and nothing more. She was the confirmation that Haven needed to know this was the end.

“My club—Sandstone Investments. Ring any bells?”

Andino stiffened, and his face blanked. “Haven, I—”

“Oh, don’t try for an excuse. Don’t lie. You stepped in with the offer under the guise of your company in order to keep me in New York, and with you. That’s what you did. I don’t need you to fucking lie about it, Andino. I have had enough of your lies to last me an eternity. Thanks.”

“Would you give me a minute, please?”

“No, I’m good,” Haven replied. “We’re done. You and me, it’s over. Don’t ever come near me again, Andino. Leave me the fuck alone.”

She had so much more she wanted to say. There was a hell of a lot more she could have said. She could have made a far bigger scene, and let all that anger and pain out in words that would cut him to the ground.

This felt better.