Page 108 of All Right No
“Not when you’re flaunting an extra-marital affair.”
She’d never flaunted her relationship with Ash. In fact, until he’d proposed on Christmas Eve, their relationship had garnered little to no attention at all. Also, pot…kettle…black.
Ginny turned her head to look at the woman again. “I’m sorry, what was your name again?”
Miles stepped between them. “Don’t tell her.”
Ginny shrugged her shoulders. “No matter, I’m sure it’ll be easy enough to figure out.”
“I think it’ll be best if I leave,” The woman said, hurrying to the exit with her hastily gathered possessions. She still hadn’t quite got her painfully pointy-toed shoes on her feet.
“I’ll be in touch tomorrow to finish going over the takeover bid.” Miles called.
She stopped to give him a panicked stare, then set her teeth into a rictus smile. “Sure.”
The steel doors couldn’t open fast enough. “Cheery bye,” Ginny waved. “Nice meeting you.”
Having successfully chased off his companion, Ginny turned back to Miles. It was interesting to discover how much he’d shrunk since they’d last met. Not physically. His build, sandy hair and hazel eyes were unchanged, except for where his hair line had inched back a little over his forehead. Rather, the knowledge that he couldn’t do anything more to hurt her empowered her. She was already at rock bottom, having lost the man she loved. And, she wasn’t afraid anymore.
“Shall we talk terms, Miles?”
“You’re not getting anything.”
“Oh, are you sure about that?”
Miles straightened up to his full height, a not insignificant foot taller than her, and peered down his pinched nose at her as if she were a flea. The expression might have cowed her in the past, but now it simply made her wonder if he was constipated. He walked over to the kitchen counter and poured himself a drink. He didn’t offer her one. “If you want the divorce to proceed, it’s super simple, Genie love. Sign the papers I sent, and get your dick of a boyfriend to acknowledge his role in destroying our marriage.”
“Ash had nothing to do with it. Our marriage ended long before I even met him. And actually, I can’t ask him anything as we’re no longer in touch.”
“Dumped you, did he?” Miles cackled into his whisky glass. “It’s not difficult to see why.” He swept his gaze over her from top to toe. “What the fuck are you even wearing?”
She’d rolled up wearing the clothing she felt comfortable in. Black mostly, with a fair amount of stretchy lace and her favourite fishnets. Miles’s gaze couldn’t help straying to the fastenings of her suspender belt.So yeah—he could criticise and look down his nose at her attire all he liked, the fact was she knew what lay behind it: her bit of rebellion made him uncomfortable. Women in Miles’s world only wore suits that cost the earth, designer frocks, and shoes that rendered them incapable of doing anything other than totter. She knew, for once upon a time she’d routinely dressed like that for him. And while she enjoyed balancing in a pair of killer heels from time to time, there was a time and a place for it—mostly on the way to the bedroom, in her opinion.
“Poor little Genie. Rockers are all the same, darling; they can’t be relied on to stick to their word. Everything they do is always so fleeting. I really can’t see that there’s any need for me to compromise my position. Whether it’s on or off between you is irrelevant. You still fucked him while we were married.”
Had he really already forgotten what she’d walked in on him doing? “Shall we talk about this?” She turned her phone towards him and showed him the candid photograph she’d taken of him with his business acquaintance on her knees with his cock in her mouth.
Immediately, Miles snatched at the device, but Ginny cuddled it close to her chest. “Shall we start over, now that I have your actual attention?”
The grip he had on the whisky tumbler tightened so severely, she feared for the glass.
“Lacey has nothing to do with this.”
Nor did Ash.
“Lacey, is it? Nice of you to provide a name.” The name, rang a familiar sort of alarm in her head. “Hang on, not… Seriously? You’re fucking Lacey Tilverton. Lord Tilverton’s niece. The one who’s been in all the papers recently over that diplomatic incident.”
“I’m serious, Genie, don’t you dare start smearing her.”
She smiled viciously. Apparently, the man who didn’t give a fuck about anyone, gave a fuck about this particular woman. “Here’s the thing, Miles. I don’t have to do anything for you. I don’t have to listen to you, or do what you say, whether we’re married, separated or otherwise.”
“You’ll listen if you have any sense, or I’ll—”
“Or you’ll what, Miles? What will you do? You’ve already taken everything I valued. I’ve nothing left to lose, whereas you…” She swept her arms out wide and turned a full circle. “You have all of this. None of it ever meant anything to me, but it’s your castle, your empire, and if you continue to fight me over this, I’m going to fucking tear it apart brick by fucking brick.”
The tumbler exploded from his hand and hit the countertop, showering them both in splinters of crystal.
“You uppity fucking bitch. I rescued you when you were nothing more than a destitute stick insect that was likely to starve on a street corner. I gave you everything: a home, respect, my name.”
