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“How much?”
“What do you mean?”
Arnold touches the bracelet on my wrist. “How much would it cost for you?”
I’m staring at this man I thought deserved my respect. Now I couldn’t be any more disgusted. Placing my hand on his chest, I shove him back. “You’re a fucking pig.”
He grabs my wrist as I bolt to leave. “Stop pretending to be insulted. We both know Grayson has no intention of having something serious with you. If you believe that, you’re a foolish girl.”
Yanking my wrist from his grasp, my bracelet snaps and tings as it lands on the floor. As tears trickle down my cheeks, I scoop it up, before running out of the restaurant.
Grayson
The food has been delivered and I’m about to go check on Emma when I see Arnold returning to the table. He sits down with a smug expression and my gut tightens.
“Where’s Emma?”
“She left.”
I grind my teeth. “Why?”
Adjusting his jacket, he takes a drink of his Bourbon. “The silly girl thought she meant something to you.”
“What did you say to her?”
He shrugs and I barely refrain from crossing the table and slugging the smug smirk off his face.
“I offered her the same thing you are.”
“You made a sexual advance toward her?”
“Yes, isn’t that all she is Grayson? A new flavor of the month?”
My hand slams down on the table. “Fuck you, Arnold. She’s more than that.”
“I did you a favor, Son. I got rid of her before your feelings became more involved. It’s bound to end one way and I’d rather see her brokenhearted over you than the other way around.” He puts back the remainder of his drink and clicks his tongue as though what he did was justifiable and actually for my benefit.
My eyes narrow on his. “Evelyn broke you all those years ago and instead of dealing with it, you became a heartless womanizer and turned me into the same damn thing. Emma didn’t deserve to be treated like that. She’s not like the others.” I pull out my wallet and toss cash onto the table. “Don’t do me any more favors, Arnold or I’ll ensure some of your more private dealings find their way into a reporter’s hands.”
I stand to leave and he taps his glass and nods at my seat. “Sit down, Son. We need to talk about this.”
Seeing the fear in his eyes, I know it has nothing to do with losing his son. He only cares about two things; himself and his business. “There’s nothing more for us to talk about.”
As I walk out of the restaurant, I immediately dial Emma. I hate knowing she’s out there alone, hurting over me, or what my father said to her. She doesn’t pick up and the ringing goes to her voicemail.
“Damn it!”
I jump in the car and head to her apartment.
Emma
I knew the first place Grayson would look for me was my apartment, so after a tear-soaked cab ride, I came to Masco’s for a drink—or four. The bartender keeps giving me sympathetic glances. Even after using the bathroom to clean up my makeup, my face is still red and puffy from crying so hard. Downing the rest of my shot, I pull my phone out to call Megan.
Looking at the screen, I see I have six missed calls from Grayson and three texts. I open them and read.
Emma, where are you?
Call me. I’m worried about you. We need to talk.
