By Design
866 Words
Matteo tore his eyes off Selene and settled them on Dylan.
“She’s my partner,” Dylan choked out dryly, taking back Selene’s hand before she could step another foot away from him.
Matteo scoffed.
“I thought you had a wife…”
Dylan chuckled dryly, freeing Selene’s hand slowly as Matteo’s eyes trailed from Selene’s face back to his.
“She looks nothing like your wife…” Matteo growled, forcing another dry laugh out of Dylan’s throat.
“My apologies, Sir… but I—”
“Tell her to leave….” Matteo cut him off.
Dylan swallowed into nothing.
“But Sir—”
Matteo shot him a serious glare, and he swallowed the rest of his words.
“You… you… should wait outside for me,” Dylan whispered.
Selene pressed a small nod and turned without letting her eyes meet Matteo’s. She exited the office quietly.
“f**k,” she cursed, exhaling a deep breath as her fingers clutched her pounding chest.
For a second, she had feared things were about to escalate beyond her control—or that what she had done with Matteo that night was about to be slapped into Dylan’s face. A good way to not just destroy Marina’s plan, but ruin the entire night.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” a bodyguard asked.
Selene nodded, pressing a smile onto her face with a quiet breath.
“You can wait—”
“I’ll just leave…” Selene cut him off, proceeding past him, just about to make it farther down the hallway—away from Matteo’s office—when Dylan’s voice rang out behind her.
“Selene?” he called, scurrying after her.
She turned.
He closed the distance and reached out for her hand.
“I’m sorry about that…”
“There’s no need to apologise…”
“I can’t let you leave just like that…” he rumbled, his hand sliding into his pocket and back out again as he pulled out a card.
Selene raised a brow.
“Go wait for me at this address… I’ll join you as soon as I’m done.”
He pressed it into her palm.
Selene said nothing, her eyes roaming from the card to his face. She wanted to decline—to return home and call the night a failure, accept Marina’s punishment as long as she didn’t cross Matteo tonight. But she wouldn’t.
More than ever, after seeing Matteo again, she wanted to be with another man even more.
“What do you say, Selene…?”
“I’ll be on my way now… I’ll see you there.”
Dylan smiled, watching Selene walk away, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he turned back toward Matteo’s office.
Selene exhaled deeply, letting the cool night air tangle with strands of her hair, tousling them across her face. Tonight was not just a night designed by Marina—but by herself.
Ever since she became Selene, the second she noticed her mind lingering too long on things that could shake her and pose a threat to her quest for revenge, she would do anything within her power to get rid of it.
And tonight was one of those times.
“Taxi…” Selene mouthed as her eyes landed on a car sliding down the empty road. She had sent her driver home, hoping to spend the night in a club she had no idea belonged to Matteo.
The car pulled over and its door slid open. Now up close, it looked nothing like a taxi—it was a private, luxurious car.
“Uhmm… I’m sorry, I thought—”
“He asked me to take you,” a voice from the driver’s seat cut her off.
She raised a brow, suspicion creeping in.
“Get in, ma’am…,” he added.
“Who asked you to—”
“Mr. Dylan.”
Selene exhaled quietly.
“Alright,” she agreed, sliding into the car. The door automatically clicked shut behind her.
Fear shot down her spine instantly. Her hand flew to the knob as she tried to push it open, but the car sped off into the night.
“And what do you think you’re doing… do you realise what trouble you could get yourself into because of this? Let me out of this car this minute,” Selene ranted, already breathless.
“Just sit still, ma’am… you’ll understand when we get there…”
Selene chuckled bitterly.
“Sit still?”
“Yes. Because more than life, my mission is to get you safely to where I’m assigned to take you. And if you try anything stupid, you’ll only end up putting both our lives at risk—and I don’t mind dying at all, as long as I do my job.”
Selene swallowed and sank into the seat quietly.
“But if you sit still… you’ll get there unscathed. And of course, you’ll finally understand what this is about.”
Selene turned her face away, her fingers tightening around her purse. Not a single sound left her again.
“You just made the right choice, ma’am…” he said, adding more speed as the car zoomed into the night.
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