Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“You’re drunk,” I coldly interrupt.
“Oh, shut up, you dumb jock.” He’s so sloshed, he’s rocking on his feet, but when I reach out to try and steady him, he slaps my hand away. “Fuck off. I don’t need your help. And I don’t need you working for my company. You got that? The position’s been filled, Colin.” He chortles again. “Thank you for your interest.”
Summer takes a menacing step toward him. “What’s the matter, Mr. Jain? You won’t hire Colin because, what? He plays hockey and is better-looking than you?”
He takes a step back. Glass crunches beneath his expensive leather shoes. From the corner of my eye, I see several figures approaching. All around us, people are staring. Their curious gazes pierce into me. My spine won’t stop prickling.
“Ms. Heyward, are you all right?” A tall, bulky man in a black suit and tie appears in front of us.
I have no idea who he is, but Summer does. She gratefully touches his arm. “I’m fine, Diego. But there’s broken glass all over the floor. Could you ask maintenance to send someone ASAP?”
“Right away.” He flicks a wary look at Kamal.
Kamal’s busy staring at Summer. “Heyward?” he echoes. He furrows and unfurrows his brow, repeatedly. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Watch your language, Mr. Jain,” barks Diego.
“Who the fuck are you?” is the retort.
“I’m the head of security at this hotel,” the beefy man replies, baring his teeth in the scariest smile I’ve ever seen. “The hotel that Ms. Heyward’s family happens to own. And I do believe it’s time for you to retire for the evening, Mr. Jain. Why don’t I have one of my associates escort you to your suite?”
“Fuck you. I’m giving a fucking speech in ten fucking minutes.” He looks over at me and starts to laugh in loud, nasally snorts. “Well, good for you, Colin. Here I thought she was the gold digger, riding your big cock for your jock money, but you’re the gold digger, eh? Digging for gold in her heiress pussy.”
Summer flinches.
Diego steps forward.
Me, I sadly shake my head and meet Kamal’s glazed eyes. “It’s a really depressing world you live in, man. This world where everybody’s a gold digger, where everybody’s using each other, or competing against each other. This world where two people can’t be together because they might love each other.” I chuckle darkly. “Honestly? I’m glad you’re not giving me the job. I’d rather be out on the street than work for someone like you. I don’t even want to know what kind of toxic working environment you create for your employees.”
I think Kamal tries to keep arguing, but I tune him out. Besides, Diego and his “associates” are prompt in escorting the drunk and belligerent billionaire out of the Heather Ballroom. I don’t know what that means for the leukemia fundraising, but as much as I support the cause, I don’t care to stay a second longer at this stuffy, shitty event.
In unspoken agreement, Summer and I leave the ballroom. I can tell she’s upset because her teeth are digging into her bottom lip, but she doesn’t say a word. Not a single word, at least not until we’re riding the private elevator up to the penthouse.
The moment the doors ding open, Summer fixes me with a miserable look and says, “I’m breaking up with you.”
29
Fitz
I gape at her slender back as she stalks out of the elevator and into the marble-laden foyer.
Did she just say she’s breaking up with me?
“Like hell you are!” I roar.
Her stilettos echo loudly on the marble, and she stops to kick them off. I take advantage of the brief pause in her strides by charging forward to grab her arm. “Summer. What the hell.”
She doesn’t answer. Shrugging my hand off, she sets her small silver clutch on the mahogany credenza. Then she removes the clip from her hair. Somehow the hairstyle stays intact, and I realize it’s being held up by a dozen tiny pins. She starts taking the pins out, one by one, as I watch in astonishment. She won’t even look at me.
“What the hell is going on?” I demand.
Finally, she meets my confused eyes. “I cost you that job.”
I blink. “What?”
“You didn’t get the job because of me,” she mutters. “Obviously that jackass had a bad experience with a pretty girl who turned him down.”
“I’m sure he did, but I guarantee he also had a bad experience with some jock who beat him up. This had nothing to do with you.”
“It had everything to do with me. You heard the way he was talking to me! The night would’ve gone smoothly if I hadn’t come with you. But that’s what happens when I go places, Fitz. I attract drama. I don’t mean to, but it just frigging happens.” She puffs out a bleak breath. “You hate drama and you hate attention and you just had an entire ballroom full of people staring at you because of me, because you were defending me. And the same thing happened at Malone’s last month.”