Tell Me You're Mine (The British Billionaires #1) - J. S. Scott Page 0,95
sent Nicole in the Phantom.”
I dug into my pocket for my mobile as I made my way downstairs.
I cursed and shoved my phone back in my pocket when she didn’t pick up.
Of course it went to voicemail. I was probably the last person she wanted to talk to right now.
She hated me, and worse yet, she was under the impression that I’d betrayed her by grabbing the first available woman at this gala, and taking her to bed.
Nicole should know better, but could I really blame her?
This was my fault because I’d had my head up my ass when it came to my twin brother.
I reached for my keys as I exited Hollingsworth House, grateful that I’d driven myself here in my Ferrari.
I was going to need a fast Italian sports car to get my ass to Heathrow if I was going to catch the woman I loved before she ran away back to America with my goddamn heart.
“Damian!” I heard Dylan yell my name, but I didn’t stop.
He caught up with me just as I got to my car.
“I’m sorry,” he said, panting from the effort he’d made to chase me.
“Not good enough.” Jesus Christ! Did Dylan really think I wanted to talk to him right now? “You hurt the woman I love, and if you ever do it again, twin or not, I’ll lay your sorry ass up in the hospital. And just for the record, I’ve kept my promise, but two years of doing it is more than enough.”
“You really do love her,” Dylan said, sounding astonished.
I turned to face him. “More than anyone else in this world, and that includes you, brother. I’m done covering for you. I’m done giving a damn whether you decide to join our family again. You crossed the line with me tonight, Dylan, so don’t expect me to ever welcome you back with open arms unless you stop being a prick and start being a brother to me again. Even then, I may not forgive you if I lose Nicole. I won’t give a damn about anything.”
Every word I said to Dylan was true. I’d loved the man he used to be, but I despised what he’d become, and if Nicole did decide to forgive me, I’d never put this wanker’s needs before hers. Ever.
“What can I do to help?” Dylan asked sullenly.
“Stay the fuck out of my way.” I didn’t give two shits about Dylan’s problems right now.
I pushed by him, got into my car, and never looked back to see the dismal look on Dylan’s face as I focused all of my attention on getting to Heathrow before Nicole could board a plane that would fly her right out of my life forever.
CHAPTER 34
Nicole
I’D FOUND A seat in economy for a Transatlantic Airlines flight that was leaving early the next morning.
And bonus! I was booked in an aisle seat, so I wouldn’t have to crawl over my fellow passengers every time I needed to pee.
I tried to make myself comfortable in the chair I’d found not far from my departure gate. There weren’t any flights scheduled out of this particular gate right now, so it was quiet, and devoid of other travelers.
The perfect place to spend the night wallowing in self-pity and misery.
I’d spent over an hour talking to Kylie on the phone after I’d booked my flight. I was pretty much cried out, and all that was left was my desolation and my desire to get back to California so I could step back into a normal life again.
However, I knew nothing would ever be quite the same for me again.
Damian Lancaster had changed the way I saw myself so profoundly that I knew I’d probably never look at myself in a mirror the same way again.
Okay, maybe that was a good thing, so after I put my heart back together again, maybe I could find one positive in my fling with Damian Lancaster.
I took a gulp of the enormous coffee I’d purchased. There was no sleeping for me tonight. Unfortunately, I was going to have way too much time to think since I didn’t have my laptop or anything else to occupy my brain.
Maybe I could find something to do on my phone, but it was currently next to me, charging.
As I glanced at the table where my phone rested, a discarded newspaper caught my eye. I picked it up, hoping the royals had created some kind of scandal to distract me.