Hell hath no fury like a woman whose lasagna was stolen...especially when second helpings are no longer available!
The jerk notices me staring at him and grins. "This is really good. I hope you don't mind sharing?"
How is it that he keeps saying I hope I don't mind this and that, but he never actually cares to find out what I have to say?
Douchebag reaches for my table napkin to wipe his mouth, and I start seeing red when he tosses the napkin to the floor.
What the hell is this guy's problem?
"Hope you don't mind," he says with a grin.
Is this guy for real?
"God, I'm thirsty."
I know I need to be on my best behavior for my friend's sake, but the moment I hear Douchebag say those words, and I see him start to reach for my glass of butterfly pea flower tea—-
Is he fucking kidding me? And I swear to God, if he says those words again—-
"Hope you don't mind."
Jesus Christ, he actually did say those words again, and I am so, so done playing nice!
I open my mouth to yell that yes, I do fucking mind, but before I can get a word out, Douchebag is suddenly gasping in pain as another man hits his wrist with a quick hard chop.
Whoa!
I automatically reach for my drink and keep it close to me. Thank God Douchebag hasn't managed to take a sip—-
"Are you alright?"
Oh, shit, right, I forgot about the other guy, and I quickly place my drink back down on the table while I wonder who exactly it could be that has come to my rescue. Words of gratitude brim over my lips as I look up, but I forget what I have to say when I find myself staring into a pair of stunning blue eyes.
Robocop?
It's how Mary refers to Nicolaas Verhaege, who's one of her two billionaire bosses...and I jump to my feet upon seeing him standing right next to my table.
It's my first time to see Mary's boss in person, and the sheer gorgeousness of him takes my breath away. He's so much taller than I am, and so, so potently virile I have a hard time understanding why my friend likens him to a cyborg.
"Are you alright?"
My cheeks turn pink when I realize I've forced the billionaire to waste his time by having to ask me that for the second time. But just before I can apologize and tell him that I'm fine—-
"Excuse me? Mr. Verhaege?"
Douchebag actually forces himself between us, and I quickly back away because I don't want to risk even the smallest part of my body coming into contact with his.
"I'm Pink George—-" The jerk's chest puffs up with pride, and he's looking at the billionaire like he expects Mr. Verhaege to instantly recognize his name.
But unfortunately, all he earns for himself is a look of distaste from Mary's boss.
"I hope you don't mind—-"
That Mr. Verhaege is using those words can't possibly be a coincidence, but since Pink Douchebag George is also a big idiot, he doesn't even seem to notice that anything's amiss, and oh...my...God.
Is he actually doing a live with Mr. Verhaege and me in the background?
"I'm your man, Mr. V—-"
Yuck.
Even though he's obviously talking to Mr. Verhaege, Douchebag's gaze is trained on his phone, and I mentally shake my head in disgust at the jerk's lack of manners.
"Oh, and I'm live by the way," Douchebag adds as he finally turns to face the billionaire.
"Is that so?"
The iciness of the billionaire's tone almost makes me shiver, but incredibly enough, Douchebag doesn't seem to notice this either.
"What can I do for you, man?"
"Just one thing," Mr. Verhaege drawls. "Can you make yourself scarce?"
I swallow back a laugh as Douchebag nearly drops his phone at the billionaire's words.
"Your presence annoys the fuck out of me."
An explosion of laughing emojis fill the comments on his live, and Douchebag throws his phone away in a fit of panic, and presumably to prevent his audience from hearing anything else the billionaire has to say.
"What the hell, man?" Douchebag tries to sound outraged, but the billionaire only has to slant a look at him, and he's reduced into throwing a look of hatred at my direction before scurrying away.
"Forget about him," Mr. Verhaege dismisses. "I saw everything he did earlier—-"
"Everything?"
"Yes," he says with a wince. "It's unfortunate, but I did see everything—-" The look of distaste on the billionaire's handsome face is a little too much, and I'm unable to keep my lips from twitching. "It was gross, wasn't it?"
"I believe a more apt word would be inhuman," he says with a curl of his lip, and this time I'm unable to stifle my smile. Mary's stories about her boss made me expect Mr. Verhaege to be rather uncaring, but instead the billionaire is actually feeling pissed on my behalf.