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What the fuck is funny about this?
“What are you doing here?”
Cassia lifts an eyebrow. “Wow. What an entrance.”
My scowl finds her for a second, then returns to the man who has no right to sit so close to her. “What do you want?”
Crue’s smirk widens. “Just dropped in for a little visit. I didn’t realize you left this beautiful creature all alone.”
He toys with a strand of her hair. Cassia brushes his hand away and gives him a weird look. He winks at her. I see red. Fuck it. I’m going to kill him.
“Cassia, Crue and I need a moment alone,” I say between gritted teeth. My blood roars in my ears the longer he ogles her like she’s his next meal.
Her icy blue eyes clash with mine, widening slightly. “If I leave you, will there be bloodshed?”
“Probably,” I admit.
She crosses her arms. “Cool, then I’m staying. Besides,whatever you two have to say to one another can be said in front of me, right?”
Playing the marriage card already? My lips twitch at the defiant tip of her chin. I’m fucking screwed. There’s no way I can tell her no when she looks at me like that. “Fine. You can stay.”
Crue brushes his fingers along her shoulder.
“Crue?”
“’Sup, Mace?” He takes too long drawing his eyes away from her.
“Don’t fucking touch my wife.”
Cassia sucks in a breath.That’s right, baby. I’m the only one who gets to touch you.
Crue runs a hand through his dark strands, the stupid, smug grin growing wider. “Didn’t realize it was that type of relationship.”
“I assume you’re here for NYC Socialite?”
Suddenly growing serious, he leans forward, his eyes dead set on me. “Your little party trick is costing us a lot of money.”
“Hmm. Pity.” Does he really need his hand? If he doesn’t have a hand, he can’t touch Cassia.
“Ironically, it’s Rex Technologies that’s getting paid to help us fix a problem one of their executives created.”
Walking to the liquor cart, I pour myself two fingers of my favorite whiskey and take a sip. “Do you have proof?”
He laughs. “Fuck you, you know we don’t.”
“Sounds like a non-issue, then.”
“They’ll know it was you.”
I shrug. “I don’t care. They shouldn’t have posted that picture, and they definitely shouldn’t have insulted Cassia. Who runs it?”
Crue glances at her, this time with scrutiny, thenreturns his attention to me. “I can’t tell you that, but I can tell you that you’re going to make enemies.”
Releasing a heavy breath, I slam the rest of the whiskey back, hoping it’ll cool down my temper. “I think you missed the part where I said I don’t give a fuck. Don’t think I won’t destroy the board if they try to retaliate.”
Crue shakes his head. “You expect me to tell them that?”
“Nope,” I say, popping the P and dropping the glass onto the coffee table in front of the couch. “But I know you’ll do a better job monitoring stories that impact me and my wife. Are we done?”