“Fucking hell,” I whisper, wide-eyed. “This is a nightmare.”
“Right?”
“What are you going to do?” I ask softly.
“What I always do.” He sighs. “Give him an ultimatum. Tell him that’s it. He will leave, and I will miss him so much that I will nearly die from a broken heart. In a few weeks, he will tell me how he can’t live without me and beg me to come back. I will believe him, even though I know nothing’s changed.” Jeremy twists the stem of his wineglass and stares at it.
“You deserve better than this,” I tell him.
“I know.” His eyes meet mine. “But have you ever loved someone so much that you would literally die to be with them?”
My eyes rise to Sebastian. He lifts the cigar to his lips and smiles sexily at the woman he’s talking to. “Maybe,” I admit quietly.
Jeremy’s eyes follow my line of sight. “What’s going on with you and Garcia?”
“Nothing.”
Hearing Jeremy’s and Bart’s miserable story has given me a reminder of what my life will be like in six years if I stay.
“Sebastian has issues, and I can’t save him, as much as I wish I could.”
Bart and Sebastian laugh out loud, and Jeremy and I look over to their group.
“Do you want to get out of here?” I ask.
Jeremy pushes his chair out. “Where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere but here.”
My phone rings, waking me. I’m disorientated. It’s dark. I sit up in a rush and glance at my clock. It’s 5:35 a.m.
“Hello,” I answer.
“April, I need you in the function room immediately,“Bart says firmly.
I wince because I’m still half asleep. “What’s wrong?”
“Theodore has escaped from rehab.”
“W-what?” I snap, is this a bad dream?
“Just get down here. We’ve got a fucking disaster of epic proportions going on.”
I push the blankets back in a rush. “Okay, on my way.”
I hang up and walk to the adjoining door. Sebastian didn’t knock last night. In fact, I didn’t even hear him come home. I put my ear to the door.
Silence.
He’s probably already downstairs with Bart.
I quickly shower and make my way down to the function room we are currently using as an office. Already there are Bart, Jeremy, a few security guards, three police officers, and Kellan.
“Hi.” I throw my laptop bag onto the desk and look around. “Where’s Sebastian?” I ask.
“A car is just picking him up now,” Bart says, pulling out a map. “So, Theodore was last seen here.” He points to the map. Everyone leans in to take a look.
I frown. “What do you mean, a car is picking Sebastian up?”
“He didn’t stay here last night. I’ve spoken to him; he’s on his way,” Bart replies distracted.
Jeremy’s eyes meet mine.
Where the fuck did he stay?
“April, get on the phone to the CEO of the facility. I want the security footage.”
“Yes, sir.” I begin to Google the number of the facility.
The doors bust open, and Sebastian marches in flanked by security guards. He’s still wearing his dinner suit from last night. His black bow tie is undone and hanging around his neck. He’s disheveled, and it’s obvious he’s been asleep.
His eyes find mine across the room. He glares at me. I glare right back.
You. Fucking. Asshole.
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I drop my head. My furious heartbeat hammers in my ears.
I have no words for this man.
How could he?
What the hell is going on? I know he has feelings for me. I fucking know it.
Coward.
My cheeks heat with anger, and I try to focus on what I’m supposed to be doing. Sebastian tears off his bowtie and throws it onto the desk as he sits down. I pretend not to look at him as he dials a number on his phone. He holds it to his ear and waits.
“Pick up.” He hangs up and then dials another number.
I stare at my phone, pretending to Google whatever crap it is that I’m supposed to be searching for, but there is no searching going on. There’s only dread and red rage fury.
He slept with someone else last night, it’s obvious.
I know we aren’t Romeo and Juliet or anything, but fuck, I thought we were more than that.
“April, how are we going with the surveillance?” Bart calls, making me jump.
“Coming.” I fumble with my phone. I’m completely flustered and on the edge of control.
Fuck… focus.
With shaky hands, I type into Google:
Number for Aletta Rehab.
“You all right?” someone whispers. I turn to see Jeremy.
“Yep,” I snap, outraged that I’m even being asked this question.
“Can someone please explain to me how a person escapes from a maximum-security rehabilitation facility?” Sebastian growls. “What the fuck kind of establishment is this place?”
Jeremy glares at Sebastian. “He’s fucked,” he whispers.
I bite my bottom lip so hard that I nearly draw blood. “I don’t care,” I lie.
“Yeah, sure, I believe you.”
Not helping.
“Will you stop? I don’t have time for this crap, and I don’t care what he fucking does. He’s an asshole.”
Jeremy rubs my shoulder sympathetically and walks back over to his desk.
“Has anyone spoken to Leona?” Sebastian calls.
“No,” Bart replies.
“Wouldn’t calling his wife be the obvious fucking thing to do?”
“We’ve been trying. She isn’t answering.”
“Is she in the country? April, get her on the phone.”
“I’m doing something else,” I reply.
His eyes rise to meet mine. “Well, stop what you’re doing and get Leona on the phone.”
I glare at him, and he glares right back.
I keep doing what I was doing.
Don’t push me, asshole. I am not in the fucking mood for you today.
“Did you get her?” I hear him ask.
I keep Googling.
“April!” he shouts. “Did you get her?”
“No, I did not,” I growl. “I am doing something else, and I don’t appreciate your tone, Mr. Garcia. Do not raise your voice at me again.”
The room falls silent, and he narrows his eyes. “I asked you to do a task.”
“And I am already doing something else. Perhaps you could ask one of the twenty other people in the room to do it. I am not your secretary, Mr. Garcia. I am a lawyer. Stop insulting my intelligence.” I turn my back on him and march from the room.
My heart is hammering.
How dare he?
He makes me fall for him, fucks with my head, and then when I ask him about it, he ends it. Then he goes and sleeps with someone else to get over me.
That’s it. We are finished.
Done.
“Good Evening, Aletta Private Facility,” the receptionist answers.
“Hello, this is April Bennet. I’m a lawyer who represents Theodore Holsworthy. I need to speak to the head of security, please.”