Page 130 of Wild Thing
Ally’s voice cut through the silence.
"Hi," she said with a sweetness that made me want to scream. She extended her hand to me, as if we were just two strangers meeting for the first time. “What was your name again, sorry?”
My eyes fell to her left hand.
And sure enough, there was a diamond ring on her finger, glittering under the ballroom lights. It was unmistakable.
It was an engagement ring.
She was his fiancée.
The prick was fucking engaged.
Thirty-Six
DYLAN
Idamn near forgot my own name for a second.
“Dylan,” I replied, weakly.
My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest, thrown on the floor and stomped on. It wouldn't have surprised me to see my blood, flesh and muscle had splattered the walls.
“So, how do you fit in with the Omega team?” Ally asked, her tone curious.
The question felt like a slap to my senses. She was the last person I wanted to engage in a conversation with.
I felt… hot. I struggled to breathe evenly. I needed to get out of there.
Greg jumped in and answered for me. Which was the least that asshole could do considering he created this pressure cooker. “She’s an interior designer.”
Everyone was watching me, waiting for me to say something.
But I couldn’t think, let alone speak.
My eyes darted to Brax. I didn't know what I was expecting from him, maybe some semblance of support. But his expression was a mixture of urgency and desperation, like he was silently begging me to just play along.
I wanted to punch him in his evil face.
"Anyway, I really must get back,” I turned to leave, but before I could take a step, Greg's voice rang out behind me, too cheerful, too insistent. “Nonsense! Stay, have a quick drink with us!”
My eyes widened.
He planned this.
Greg orchestrated this entire thing, he had me cornered.
Like a bug that needed exterminating.
Greg’s arm swept out, gesturing toward the empty seat next to Ally. I wanted to scream.
Instead, I plastered a stiff, fake smile on my face, and moved to sit down next to the fiancee of my lover.
Ally leaned into Brax, her body language possessive, territorial-like. She was reminding methat she was with Brax.
Engaged?!Fucking lying motherfucker.
“Dylan, we were most impressed with the vision you’ve put together,” Henderson said from his seat next to Brax.
