Page 30 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

I spun around in circles while trying to chase my purse. I must have looked like a madwoman fleeing around. Maybe I even looked like a dog chasing its tail. I set the coffees on top of my car and pulled out my phone.

It was a text from Jen saying, “I'm at the venue. Can you meet me here?”

I huffed and typed, “Of course!”

I grabbed the coffees, hopped back into my car, and drove—carefully, of course—to the Grand Hall Center a few blocks away. I repeated the same motions as earlier but, this time, with a little more finesse. As I hauled up to the door, I nearly collided with another body.

I held the drinks away from me, staring down at the blouse I was wearing.

“Whoa, that was a close one.”

The person chuckled. “Sorry about that, Clara.”

I glanced tentatively at who had spoken. “Oh, hey, Levon.”

“Don't look so disappointed.”

“Well, you don't make it easy, do you?”

He laughed. “I see you're mostly all smiles today.”

“Work keeps me smiling. I see you're mostly . . . free of work today given your appearance here.”

“Yeah, well, Jen wanted me to check out the venue. We hadn't spoken since yesterday.”

I looked curious. “And why's that?”

“I guess you don't know yet since you're still smiling.”

“You could keep me guessing or you could let me know.”

He shrugged. “I'll let Jen tell you. It's her wedding.”

“Okay, well, I don't have time for you mind games. We're not in high school anymore.”

“Ah, as always—teeth first.”

“You know it.”

“I sure do.”

He reached for the door handle and pulled it open. I gave him a rather shocked expression and tried my best to wear my professional smile. I might have been grimacing, but who knew? He wasn't betraying any reactions.

Not yet.

“Thanks, Levon.”

He nodded. “Of course. Go ahead—you'll find my sister running around in circles like a chicken with her head cut off.”

“I'm sure it's not that bad.”

“You'll see.”

I rushed through the door and tried to ignore his knowing grin. It was the same one he wore whenever he knew he was right and Ihatedthat smile. HeknewI hated that smile. To me, it was so smug. It was just better to let me find out.

And, sure enough, he was right.

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