It wasn’t until my umpteenth time circling the bar area that I almost lost my shit.
Vicky and Fiona were still sitting in their same spots, but only, this time, there were two guys chatting it up with them. The group looked happy, fun, and…single.
Fuck that shit.
I stormed over to the bar like the unhinged man that I was. I saw Vicky give Fiona a slight head nod, alerting her to the fact that I was baring down on her. She turned back towards me just as I came in behind her forcing the asshole who was favoring her to move over a bit.
“Having a good time, ladies?” There was enough edge to my voice that I noticed the men suddenly tense up.
Vicky looked me dead in my eye as she responded, “Absolutely, Mr. Greystone.” She gestured towards the two men and smiled at me. “We’ve even managed to make new friends.”
I had every intention of behaving like the rational business man I fake for the public at large, but when I looked down and saw the bored expression on Fiona’s face, I actually felt the stitches that held my sanity together begin to unravel.
I turned to both men and stuck out my hand. “Damien Greystone. And who might you two gentlemen be?”
They each shook my hand as they shared a nervous look. “Mr. Greystone, I’m-”
I waved away whatever Guy #1 was about to say. “Actually, I really don’t give a fuck who you are,” I stepped up standing in front of Fiona and making each man have to take a step back, “so much as I give a fuck about what you’re doing.”
“Dami-”
I ignored Fiona and went full-blown 8th grade locker room on them both. “Innocent or not, stay away from my girlfriend fellas. Trust me when I tell you that you’ll be healthier for it.”
One guy threw his hands up in surrender, while the other murmured, “Sure thing.”
I stood there like a fire-breathing dragon defending its castle as they walked away without saying anything further.
“You had no-”
I shot Vicky a withering look. “Vicky, I am not the one and now is not the time.” She looked over at Fiona and that was the final straw. Vicky had every right to hate me, but just like when we were in school, I wasn’t going to let her stand between me and Fiona.
After telling the bartender to charge their tabs to the company’s expenses, I marched both girls over in search of Will. I quickly explained to Will what happened, and he didn’t argue when I told him Fiona and I were leaving. He knew me well enough to know that I wasn’t fucking around and seeing Fiona all chummed up with another guy had me holding on to my inner psycho by a thread.
The wait for the limo was quiet and filled with enough tension the valet was acting nervous. The ride back to my penthouse was just as uncomfortable. Luckily for the chauffeur, he had the partition up, so he didn’t have to suffer the tension like the poor valet. However, the private elevator ride was really, really bad.
It wasn’t until we passed the entry way and found ourselves in my living room that the silence was finally broken. “What the fuck, Fiona?”
Chapter 15
Is there a
‘Being In Love With A Psychopath For Dummies’?
Fiona~
Damien had nerve. I mean, he always had a hell of a lot of nerve, but acting the way he had in the bar after he just had some blonde tramp wrapped around him was even beyond what I thought he was capable of.
I dropped my shawl and purse on his couch and turning to face him, crossed my arms over my chest. “Excuse me?”
He had stripped off his jacket and was working on the tie as he answered. “Don’t fucking play with me!” he roared. “What the fuck did you think you were about drinking and flirting with other guys after I just spent the night introducing you as my goddamn girlfriend?!”
I couldn’t describe what I was feeling. When I had walked out of the restroom and seen that blonde draped over him, it had felt like my heart was literally breaking into pieces inside my body. I wanted to cry because it felt as if I had just caught my boyfriend cheating on me. It felt like him walking into Ben Lester’s graduation party with Heather on his arm all over again.
But he wasn’t my boyfriend then, just like he wasn’t my