Chapter Twenty Three
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She furrowed her brows, her hand flying to a side of her hips, “what the f**k are you talking about? The drowning affected your brains or what?”
“Oh shut up,” I managed to stand up, though my head still hurt a lot, “you're the only f*****g b***h who hates me in that party, no one else even knows me.”
“Yeah, so I'd stupidly push you in a place filled with so many people, just for what?” The sarcasm laid in her tone and she huffed. “Useless thing.”
My blood boiled because it was obvious that she was the one who pushed me. Very obvious since she was the only one who hated me enough to do such.
“You're a f*****g loser to actually stoop so low, probably because you're aware of the fact my sport book would, as always, become the best seller.”
Her face reddened in anger immediately, and that sight made me feel satisfied.
“You asshole, how dare you talk about,” she scoffed in irritation, running a hand through her hair, “it's good you look miserable, I hope you always look and feel that way you f*****g bitch.”
My nose flared in anger, “you'll be caught for pu—”
“What's going on?” Austin appeared into the room, staring at the both of us in confusion.
I glared at Suzy before turning to him, pointing an accusing finger at her, “she's the one who pushed me last night.”
A surprised gasp left her. She probably didn't expect me to talk, then turning to him, she stuttered surprisingly, “w-why the f**k would I want to-to throw something whose life is already miserable, in the pool.”
“What on earth is happening here?” He obviously wasn't pleased to find us arguing.
“Your bitchy stupid friend pushed me yesterday,” I repeated, annoyed that he was staring at me like he thought I was losing it.
“Why on earth would she willingly push you?” He made it sound like that was the obvious thing to think about.
I hadn't expected him to take her side, which was evident in my jaw drop and worsened with Suzy's ‘aha’.
“You know what,” my hands flew to the air when I'd picked up my jaw, then started towards the door, “I will not stay in the house of an asshole who would not believe his girlfriend because of his friend.”
“You can't leave because the doctor is on his way to check on you,” his tone came out uninterested, only irritating me.
“I'll get a doctor at home,” I snapped, annoyed that I'd even come here in the first place.
Once I'd reached the door, about to walk past him, I came to a halt by his hand on my shoulder, which, surprisingly, sent a spark down my entire body.
Uh, what was that about? Did he feel it?
He didn't look like he'd felt it when I turned to him, because his brows were drawn together, as he pulled me to stand in front of him so we were about a step or two apart.
The scent of his cologne flew into my nostrils, causing my heart to race twice as fast and when I craned my head at him and our gaze locked, that led to my heart beating way faster, seizing my breath.
He turned to Suzy, and although I couldn't see her expression, I was certain she was boiling.
“You can leave now,” his tone came out a little cold, which was accompanied by her stomping away.
Normally, I'd have turned to her because no way would I want to miss the opportunity to see her stomp away in anger.
But my gaze couldn't leave him and the fact we were this close, with his hand still on my elbow wasn't of any good helping calm me down.
Once she was gone, he held my gaze, “don't forget you're still my girlfriend and imagine how everyone would see it if you're found stomping out of my house without me beside you.”
It took my brain about two seconds to get over how his gaze made me feel, and back to reality.
“What a great boyfriend you are to not believe me,” I scoffed, snapping my hand from his grip, feeling the breath flow back to lungs once I broke the gaze.
“This really isn't an important discussion,” again, that annoying uninterested tone. What on earth was his problem?
Taking steps further from him, I said, “I don't even see how this deal is mutual when all I do is help you get your f*****g company while you have only helped with my writing once.”
“Let's have a seat and talk,” he offered, going back to sit on the couch he had been sitting on before, so I took my position on the one opposite him.
“Now, talk.”
He didn't seem to like my tone, but one can't blame me.
I mean, I literally just drowned because of some stupid deal that has only favored me once.
“Listen,” he began, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the couch, “I'll be the CEO of my dad's company next week, which means I'll be busy, so tell me a date between tomorrow and next week Friday when we can meet.”
“I'm free anytime,” I said, my tone still sharp, “because I've got nothing doing than to just stare at all the little things I've written about the sport and not have anything sensible to present.”
There was no change in his expression, “how about this time, you come to my house and we'll play basketball together at the back of my house.”
My eyes widened as that wasn't what I'd expected to hear at all.
Play with him? What?
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