Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
At first he didn’t want me to date Hermione and then he tried to force me to marry her.
“I have recently heard a story.” He lights a cigar and blows smoke my way.
“Such as?”
“You rejected the royal engagement ring.”
I take a sip of scotch and slosh it around my mouth, it burns all the way down. “I did.”
His jaw clenches. “Why?”
“Hermione and I won’t be marrying.”
“Since when?” he growls.
“That is none of your business. With all due respect, King Volter, this is a private matter between Hermione and me. I will not be discussing this with you.”
“You son of a fucking bitch.” He slams his drink down onto my desk, scotch sloshes over the side. “What kind of man makes a woman fall in love with him only to throw her aside when he tires of her company?”
“I have not tired of her company, stop being so fucking dramatic.” I roll my eyes into my drink. “We are simply no longer compatible.”
His eyes hold mine and he raises an eyebrow. “Who is she?”
“You need to leave.”
“Prescott…. If I find out that you have another in the wings there will be hell to pay.”
“Does this power trip work for you often?”
We glare at each other and he steps forward, bringing us face-to-face.
“If you hurt my daughter…it is not going to end well for you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“That’s a promise,” he sneers.
“Get. Out,” I whisper, my temperature rising.
“I’d hate for anything to happen to you.” He winks as he bites down on his cigar, without another word he leaves and I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.
Adrenaline is pumping through my veins. “What is it?” I answer.
“Um, boss. We’ve got a problem,” Philippe replies.
“What now?” I snap.
“Pascal has joined Alora for dinner.”
I inhale sharply as the sky turns apocalyptic red. “Put. Her. On. The. Phone.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
ALORA
“And then I went to look at the apartment but it wasn’t anywhere near what was advertised,” Pascal continues as he sips his wine.
I catch my bottom lip with my teeth as I glance around, Pascal has settled right in as if we are old friends. I couldn’t leave because I had already ordered and I had to stay and eat my dinner, but there is a giant elephant in the room as to why he is hanging around.
We are no longer together, and yet here he is acting exactly like he did when we were? He’s talking about old stories and telling me all about what he’s been doing lately and it’s been nice to see him, and I mean, I don’t want to be rude. He is a lovely man who I care a great deal for, but I would rather he just come out and say what he wants to say instead of acting as if we are long-lost friends.
Philippe appears through the restaurant. “Hello, Miss Sorenson.”
What the hell is Edward’s guard still doing here? I thought they left this morning. I glance around, wait, is he here?
Philippe passes me the phone as his eyes hold mine. “You have a phone call, Alora.”
What the hell?
“I have to take this; I’ll be back in a moment,” I tell Pascal as I get up and walk out into the foyer. “Hello.”
“What the fuck are you doing!” Edward bellows, nearly bursting my eardrum. I hold the phone away from my ear.
“Excuse me?” I glance around and head out the front door of the hotel into the street. “Where are you?”
“Monaco.”
“So why is Philippe still here?” I demand.
“Keeping an eye on you. Why the fuck is Pascal there? You told me you broke up.”
“Do not speak to me like that, Edward. I won’t have it,” I whisper angrily.
“Then do not disobey me because I won’t have that.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I whisper angrily. “I bumped into him. It was a complete coincidence.”
“Like hell,” he yells. “There is nothing coincidental about this.”
I screw up my face in disbelief, what the fuck is this guy on?
“Since when do I have to do as you say, Edward, we aren’t together.”
“Last night it was a male escort and tonight it’s your fucking ex,” he bellows as he completely loses control.
“Stop yelling like a lunatic.” From my peripheral vision I see Philippe walk out behind me and I turn on him like the devil. “Go inside,” I snap, annoyed.
He holds both hands up as if surrendering but doesn’t move.
Fucker.
“You are purposely trying to piss me off,” Edward growls through the phone.
“Keep yelling and I am hanging up on you.”
“You. Will—” he screams.
I hang up on him mid-sentence. “Idiot.” My phone immediately rings and I hit decline. “Don’t even.”
I turn and storm over to Philippe. “Listen here, you. If you are intent on following me around, do not cause me trouble. Edward is losing his living shit right now over nothing.”