AYLA
I laughed, stared at Cassian Moretti like he'd grown a third head, then laughed again.
He really just knew when to bloody throw the cards on the table.
Didn't he?
A marriage after fucking deceiving me?
Marriage after deception!
What did he take me for? Someone obtuse and insensible and thick in the head?
My fingers trailed the keypads of my laptop, then the edge of the table, then the button on his suit jacket.
"You must really take me for a fool, Cassian…" I gave a playful pout, eyes unreadable. "Truly, one can be taken away from bastardry, but bastardry can't be taken away from them."
"You are just like your father."
I played with his tie, smoothing nothing that wasn't already smooth.
Like his ego.
His pride.
His audacity.
His fucking audacity.
"You think I'm a fool, a whore, a stupid, reckless thing you can fuck, use, discard, fuck your way back into her life, and buy away with your fancy little company…"
I smacked his chest.
