My heart pounds as the hurt and shame that he caused comes flooding back.
His other friend says something to him, and then all three men laugh out loud.
I sip my drink. It feels like the sky has turned red.
I’m never going to see him again. I’m never going to get the chance to tell him what I think of him.
I drain my glass as my mission becomes crystal clear, and I slam it onto the table.
Before I know it, I’m marching over to his table. I catch Sebastian off guard, and he only sees me when I am standing beside him.
“A word,” I say.
He raises his eyebrow sarcastically. “I’d rather not.”
I glare at him. “Unless you want to be wearing your fucking drink, get outside. Now.” I growl, losing all control.
“Um… wow.” His blonde friend raises his brow, too. “Do we know you?”
I turn my attention to him, and he withers under my glare.
The dark friend smirks and holds out his hand to shake mine. “Julian Masters.”
“I don’t care,” I bark.
The blonde friend chuckles. “Fuck me, who is this?”
“Outside!” I snap before marching into the foyer.
I stomp through the conservatory like I’m The Hulk. I don’t remember ever being this angry. I can taste it in my mouth like it’s poison.
I make it to the foyer, and I turn to see Sebastian walking behind me. He seems pissed off, too.
He puts his hands into his trouser pockets. “What do you want?” He snaps.
I see a cloakroom. “Over here.” I walk over to it and open the door to find it’s empty. “In private.”
“I’ve got nothing to say to you.”
“Well, I’ve got plenty to say to you.” I whisper angrily.
He marches past me into the cloakroom. I follow him in and slam the door shut.
“I don’t have time for your shit,” he barks.
“You’ll make time, you entitled fucking asshole.” I scream. “How dare you?”
His eyes bulge and he points to his own chest as if outraged. “How dare I?”
“That’s what I said.”
He opens his mouth to argue.
“Shut up and fucking listen.” I push him hard in the chest.
He narrows his eyes and tilts his chin to the ceiling in defiance. “Touch me again and see what fucking happens to you.” He growls.
“I will do whatever I want, and you are going to listen to every fucking word I say. First of all,” I say. “I never touched your son. Not once.” I cry. “If he had a crush on me, it was completely one-sided. I had no idea about it until we were on your front porch.”
He opens his mouth to argue.
“Shut the fuck up, Sebastian, or so help me God!” My chest rises and falls as I fight to stay in control. “Second of all… you called me a lying whore.”
His eyes hold mine. “That’s right.”
I slap him hard across the face, the sound echoes throughout the small space. His eyes flicker with fury, and he pushes me back up against the wall to get me away from him.
“I’m nobody’s whore, least of all yours,” I whisper.
He holds me tight, his face so close to mine. “You sure about that?”
I push him off me, and he stumbles back.
“You pay for sex, you pathetic piece of shit, and you have the audacity to judge me?”
“Go to hell.” He clenches his fists by his sides.
“I won’t.” I smile sarcastically. “You see, Mr. Garcia, my conscience is clear. I’m a good person with a good heart, and I don’t have double standards. And you.” I whisper. “You are just another sleazy… entitled… politician.”
His nostrils flare, and I know I hit a nerve.
“Stay the fuck away from me.” I sneer, with one last look, I march out into the foyer and straight into the ladies’ room. Once in the cubicle, I close the door as tears fill my eyes.
I can feel my heartbeat pounding everywhere. I drop my head into my hands, overcome with anger.
I hate Sebastian Garcia with all of my being. I hate him. I hate that he still affects me.
I hate that I still care.
Sebastian
I run my hands through my hair as I try to calm down. Fuck!
What is she doing here?
I thought she went back to America. I pinch the bridge of my nose and stay in the cloakroom for a moment alone. Her words come back to me.
You……. Are just another sleazy…entitled… politician.
Bitch.
That’s it. I’m out of here. I open the door and march out with purpose.
She turns up here, tells me that she’s going to throw a drink on me if I don’t speak to her, slaps me across the face, and then she calls me entitled.
What the fuck?
“Sebastian.” I hear a woman voice call from behind me.
I turn and see Gisselle, an old friend that I have recently reconnected with. We’ve been chatting online and over the phone for a few weeks.
Fuck… worst timing ever.
I fake a smile. “Gisselle, hi.” I kiss her on the cheek. I glance down at her, and although I’m too angry to even see what she looks like, I pay her a compliment. “You look gorgeous.”
“Thanks.” She beams, and I remember why I had begun messaging her. She is stunning. “I didn’t know you were going to be here. Are you having a good night?”
“I am.” I pause. “Unfortunately, though, I’m on my way out. I have another engagement for work I have to attend.”
Her face falls.
“I’ll call you tomorrow. Maybe we could get a coffee or something?” I offer.
She smiles. “I’d like that.”
“Okay.” I bend and kiss her on the cheek before I brush past her.
I walk into the conservatorium, straight over to Spence.
“I’m leaving,” I tell them
Spencer frowns. “Why?”
“Because I’m not in the mood for this fucking shithole, that’s why. Are you coming or not?”
“Masters!” Spence calls over to Julian who is talking to someone. “We’re heading off. You coming?”
Julian’s frowns, still focused on the man he’s talking to. He holds his finger up to tell Spence to wait a moment. Moments later, he turns back to us. “What?”
“We’re leaving,” I say, as I head for the door.
“Why?”
“Please tell me it has to do with that smoking hot blonde bitch,” Spencer says, following me out.
“Bitch being the operative word. What the fuck was her problem?” Masters asks dryly.
“You know, I think it’s hot when women are bitches,” Spencer says as we walk out through the foyer. “It’s a real turn on, you know. I don’t like you but just fuck me hard anyway.”
“Will you shut up?” I roll my eyes. “The shit that comes out of your mouth sometimes, Spencer. Honestly.”
“It’s a fine line for the bitch level to be worth it,” Masters chimes in. “She was fucking hot, though.”
“I said, will you two shut the fuck up?” We get into the back of my waiting car.
The driver turns to us after we’ve climbed inside. “Where to?”
The boys both look to me.
“Do you want to get something to eat?” I ask.
“I guess.” They both shrug.
“Hugo’s in Kensington, please.”
The car zooms through the streets of London, and the boys chatter between themselves leaving me to stare out the window at the passing traffic, lost in my own thoughts.
You are just another sleazy…entitled…politician.
“Who was that chick?” Masters asks.
“Nobody.”
“Shit, she sure seemed like a somebody. She dragged you out to the foyer, and then you come back looking like you saw a ghost.”
“Shut. Up,” I hiss.
“How do you know her?”