Page 82 of Sinful Promise

At this point, I’m convinced Emily is more pissed about how I acted after I kissed her rather than the fact that I lied about following her. If I had better control over myself, Emily wouldn’t be so angry with me that she is putting her life in danger in order to avoid me.

So, if anything happens to Emily, it’s on me.

I get to my feet, picking up her bag for her. “Come with me. Let me take you home.”

She snatches her bag out of my grip. “I don’t need you to take me home.”

Has she always been this stubborn?

“If you don’t come with me, I’ll call Zara.”

“Fine. Call her.”

Shit. I knew that wouldn’t be enough to make her listen.

“Or if you prefer, I can call your dad and tell him the truth.”

Emily’s green eyes narrow, but I don’t back down.

I don’t think I even have Andrew Mullens’ number in my phone, but Emily doesn’t need to know that.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Do you really want to try me? Or are you going to do what the fuck you’re told for once?”

Emily’s mouth snaps shut, and I know she’s not going to fight me.

At least, not until we get home.

Emily issilent the entire drive home. Even when we take the elevator up to the penthouse, we don’t share a single word between us.

She’s really making me sweat.

When the elevator doors open, she storms out and heads straight up to her room.

Zara catches my eye from where she’s sitting on the couch, but I press the button for the garage, so the doors slide shut before she has a chance to comment.

Fuck, I need a drink.

The minute I’m back in my car and the sound of the engine roaring fills my ears, I call Luca. “What are you doing right now?”

Luca chuckles. “You really want to know?”

“Let me rephrase. Can you come and drink with me right now?”

“Fuck, yes! Pick me up?”

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

Luca is already waiting for me outside his apartment block when I pull up, wearing the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. For someone who works back-to-back night shifts and spends most of his waking hours balls deep in various girls, he looks surprisingly well rested.

“Where are we heading?”

I put the car in drive. “Somewhere where there’s alcohol.”

“Sounds good to me.”

My automatic place to go to get drunk would be Anton’s bar, but I really don’t want to risk running into him, or any member of my family for that matter. So, I drive us in the opposite direction toward a small basement bar calledVinyl.

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