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“Don’t forget axe throwing,” I remind her, hoping I don’t sound desperate, but it’s the only way I think I’ll get to see her again, judging by the walls she’s now put up.
This makes her smile. “I won’t forget.”
“Let me help you with your luggage,” I say, trying to extend our time together.
“The driver usually does that,” she says.
“Please, just give me five more minutes of your time.”
Harper’s face softens and we both get out of the car. I tell the driver I’ve got her and that I’ll be back in five. I take her suitcase and follow her up the stone steps to her front door.
“This is me,” she says, pushing open the door.
“This is you,” I say, handing her the bag. We both stare at each other not knowing what else we can say to prolong our time together.
“I can’t believe you fucking told Page Six about me fucking my intern.” An angry deep voice bellows from behind. “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been trying to call you. You fucking blocked me.”
“Josh,” Harper gasps.
“They fired Ashley and I got a written warning. I hope you’re fucking happy ruining our lives like that. Fucking petty bitch.” I turn around and come face to face with her ex. My fists are clenched, I’m moments away from fucking punching this man for talking to her like that. “I see you’ve already moved on. I knew you were cheating on me.” Josh’s eyes widen when he takes me in. “Oh shit, you’re Felix. St. Pierre. I’m a big fan.” The guy’s entire demeanor changes as he smiles at me. What in the fuck?
“Shame I can’t say the same thing about you.”
Josh stares at me in surprise, then looks to Harper. “You spiteful bitch. You fucked my favorite hockey player to get back at me for a misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding? You were fucking your intern. I walked in on the two of you.”
Josh rolls his eyes. “I was stressed, you know I was working on a big project.”
“So, you fuck the intern for an entire year?”
“Babe, you know this is how these things go for people like us. I fuck the intern, you fuck the pool boy, or should I say, hockey player.” He sneers at me.
“People like us?” Harper asks.
“People from our world, Harper. Everyone is fucking someone else other than their partner.” He says this as if she’s stupid.
“Not me.”
“You seem to be catching up now.” He glares at me as he looks me up and down.
“I suggest you fuck off and leave Harper alone. She owes you nothing,” I say, taking a step toward him.
“You’re a fun distraction for her while she licks her wounds because I publicly humiliated her. Which I’ve been trying to apologize for, but she's being stubborn. I get it, baby, you need to save face. I understand. Harper is a Rose, I’m a Fairfax. My family donates millions to her family’s charity every year. People like us will always marry someone of the same station.” What a fucking asshole.
“I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on this earth,” Harper spits.
“I’m sure Mommy and Daddy might disagree on that.”
“Not after that article.” Harper snips back. Josh takes a step toward her as if he might lung, and I stand in her way.
“This conversation is over. I think it’s best that you leave now,” I tell him.
“Or what?”
“I have no problems putting my fist into your face. Actually, I think I might enjoy it. You look like the kind of man who has never had to deal with the consequences of his actions. I’d be happy to teach you a lesson today.”
Josh’s face pales as he subtly takes a step back. Fucking coward.