Friend?
Right. She had declared them friends right in front of Genevieve.
Her fingers curled into tight fists. She turned back to him. "Good evening, Mr. St. John."
She immediately turned to leave, but his large hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist.
His piercing gaze locked onto her face. "Why are your eyes red?"
The devastation she had just buried flared back to life with violent force. She maintained a mask of total apathy. "What are you doing? Aren't you worried your date will get jealous?"
She thought she sounded completely indifferent, completely unaware of the raging jealousy dripping from her tone.
A ghost of a smirk touched his lips. "Are you jealous?"
"Jealous? We broke up ages ago. Why the hell would I be jealous?" Her voice hitched in panic, rising an octave. She yanked her arm, trying to break his grip. "Let me go."
Sebastian stepped closer, invading her space. "If you aren't jealous, why are you so angry?"
Riley backed up and pulled again, but his hold was ironclad. "I'm not angry! Let go of me!"
He advanced, closing the distance she had just made.
She scrambled backward until her spine hit the wall. Pinned under his suffocating presence, she glared at him. "Mr. St. John—"
"I got the company back," he interrupted, staring intently into her eyes. "Do you have anything to say to me?"
His gaze was impossibly deep, flickering with a hidden, desperate anticipation before it smoothed back into a mask of stoicism. "Congratulations."
It was the exact outcome she had sacrificed everything for, making the single word ring with undeniable sincerity.
"Nothing else?"
"What exactly do you want to hear?"


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Its better when the female lead is strong. Nothing worse then reading a story with a weak main character...