Page 162 of The Heart You Kept

“I did.”

“And you don’t answer my calls and you don’t call me back and you listen to my messages and then you still don’t call me back.”

“That’s right.”

“You know this?” she shrieks.

“I do.”

“You are the most infuriating man I have ever met.”

“Agreed.”

“I’m going because you’re patronizing me and I’m about to explode.”

I chuckle.

“Are you laughing?” she gasps in outrage.

“As I just told you, I’m not fighting with you over the phone.”

“Well, I’m fighting with you. Good. Bye.”

Click.

I chuckle and dial Philippe’s number.

“Hey,” he answers.

“The firecracker is fine, stay with her,” I reply.

“Are you sure?”

“Big tough Philippe, has she got you running scared?” I tease.

“Not funny.”

ALORA

Is there anything better in life than a revenge night out?

Edward is still in London, but his men are here watching and damn it, I am giving them something to report back with.

Screw. Him.

I don’t know who this guy thinks that he is but he is messing with the wrong girl.

Surely his idiotic society girls don’t put up with his crap?

He hasn’t called me, he hasn’t texted me…nothing. The only reason he did call me was because I threatened to go to the police, and if I haven’t heard from him by Monday I’m bombing his stupid yacht. Hopefully with him inside.

It’s Saturday night and just on 11.

And tonight, Mr. Prescott, watch and weep because I am single and looking to mingle.

Thomas, Helene, and I have been drinking cocktails at the Golden Peacock and are now walking arm in arm to Lierre… The hottest club in Monaco.

We are way too tipsy and yes, I know what you’re thinking. It’s true, this is war and tonight is completely strategic, we’ve come to his stomping ground to flirt…because damn it, we decided that if you’re going to push some buttons, best be sure they’re the right ones.