Chapter 208
Chapter 208:
“You followed me all the way down here,” he said, raising his glass. “Thirsty?” He took a long drink. His throat shifted with the swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
I took a step back and shoved my fingers through my hair, tugging the mess behind my ears.
“Don’t try and change the subject,” I accused. “I didn’t follow you to get a glass of water. I asked if you saw the messages I sent you.” He smiled again. An enigmatic one.
What was so funny?
I turned away. “Forget it. If you want to get in bed with the Vance family, that’s your funeral. It’s your company.” Behind me, he laughed.
I stopped. Looked back and glared at him.
He reached for me and pulled me towards him again.
“You’re pissed now?” he said lightly, handing me a fresh glass. “What if I did decide to work with Franklin Vance? Will you flip out? Stomp on my head instead of just my foot p>
I scoffed and tilted my chin. “Do whatever the hell you want. Not like my opinion’s ever stopped you before.” He paused. His mouth curved.
“Relax. I didn’t. I wouldn’t touch a deal with him.” I exhaled.
The pressure in my chest let up all at once, then came back twice as fast. “Then why the hell didn’t you say that earlier? I thought he’d sold you on one of his crappy fake-pitch decks p>
“I saw your messages p>
“You didn’t reply p>
“I was busy p>
That smug tone made it worse.
𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚:
I glared. “You weren’t busy. You just didn’t feel like replying.” He didn’t deny it.
“Was it fun making me type like a maniac? My fingers still ache,” I complained. I downed half the glass. The water was cold, sharp against the roof of my mouth. I wanted to throw the rest in his face.
I didn’t.
“You don’t need to boil over,” he said finally, softer now. “I saw everything. I read it all. I listened. I’m not working with him. So what are you mad about p>
I lowered the glass.
“I’m not mad. It’s your company. Doesn’t matter what I think p>
“Doesn’t it?” Ashton dragged me back a half step, his hand clamped firmly around my wrist. “You’re the boss’s wife. What you say goes. You don’t want me working with the Vances, then I won’t p>
“I’ll have Dominic draft a formal notice tomorrow. LGH and every subsidiary under it will cut ties with Vance Overland and anything remotely connected to Vance Omnia Group. That work for you p>
I slapped his arm. “Jesus, calm down. That ratty excuse for a company doesn’t need a whole boycott campaign. Just don’t touch it, that’s enough.” Then I pointed straight at his chest. “And I’m not the boss’s wife p>