Page 23 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

“Griffin, don’t you dare walk out on me!” Her desperate cry touched my back before I slammed the door shut.

Her frustrated scream rang through the corridor, followed by the sound of glass shattering and surfaces colliding, but I kept walking. It wouldn’t be the first time she threw a tantrum this huge.

Once I was safely settled in my car, I sent a quick text to Michael to redirect my emails and meetings to the address of one of my properties on the Upper East Side. I intended to stay there until I figured out my next line of action.

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“It was nice doing business with you, Mr. Thorne.” Adam, the recently appointed senator, stretched out an arm with a proud smile plastered on his face, but I could barely hear him through the roar of blood in my ears.

“Mr. Thorne?” he repeated, and I reluctantly tore my gaze from the couple in the dining hall, holding out my hand for a brief shake before returning my attention to the floor beneath me.

I would have to send Adam a little token to apologize for how disconnected I was during our meeting, but that was for later. My focus was currently on how she was blushing beneath his wanton gaze.

He reached out to tuck a stray curl behind her ear, and I felt a growl reverberating in my chest. Thank God Adam was out of the VIP booth.

I don’t know how long they had been seated there, making gooey eyes at each other, but I knew I wanted to tear him into shreds for touching her.

Every time he made her laugh, I wanted to torture him slowly till he had no more jokes left in him.

I was incredibly grateful for the design of the restaurant, the thick film that shielded the VIP booths above from the open restaurant below while offering a generous view of the floor from the booths. I had my eyes on them the whole time without them catching a glimpse of me.

I caught a flash of movement beneath the table and Mira muttered a few words to her companion before making her way in the direction of the restroom.

I was on my feet and after her before I had a moment to make a logical decision. I slipped into the bathroom to find her running her fingers under the flowing water in the sink.

She looked lost in thoughts, but I could tell the moment she felt my presence when her shoulders stiffened, and she whirled around to face me.

A look of surprise crossed her face before it was immediately replaced with the same shield she crawled behind at the ball.

“You do know that cornering a woman in a female-only restroom can get you arrested for harassment, Mr. Thorne?”

I could feel the shakiness in her voice despite her attempt to appear unaffected, and it fueled something in me.

“So why are you not reaching for your phone and ringing the cops?” I replied, pushing off the door and stalking towards her in lazy strides.

Her gaze widened by a fraction as she took a step back to put more distance between us, but she only succeeded in backing herself into a corner.

A satisfied smile touched my lips.

“Cat caught your tongue, Mira?”

“Get away from me, Mr. Thorne,” she seethed, trying to push past me. But I was faster, forcing her back into the corner and caging her with my body.

Anyone could walk in and find us like this, but I didn’t care. I was sick and tired of her calling me Mr. Thorne and letting men she had no business hanging around take her on romantic dates and eye fuck her in the middle of the restaurant.

“Mr. Thorne, you’re—”

“Call me Mr. Thorne one more time and see what happens.”

The sound of the name coming from her grated on my nerves, sending a wave of irritation through me. If I had to bend her over and bury myself so deep into her until her throat was raw from screaming my name to remind her of who I was, I was more than happy to indulge.

My message must’ve been passed across clearly. She clamped her lips shut and settled for shooting laser beams at me with her eyes.

The atmosphere went from hostile to tense as our breaths mingled, and her chest brushed against mine with every exhale.

“Let me go.”

“Why? So, you can continue throwing yourself at him in public? Is that how desperate you are to replace the man who made you what you are?”

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