“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Lucy.” His eyes sparked with wickedness as he eyed me like a cat that had eaten the canary.
He had warned me, hadn’t he? I had just been too confident then to let it sway me. My crazed obsession with him had blinded me from everything. He was the only thing I had seen. The only thing that had mattered, and I had wanted to keep him for as long as I could. However, the more I hung on to him—to our relationship—the more it had become complicated.
From one complication to the other, each one became harder to tackle. My shield started to chip away and poisonous words got through to me. In the end, I thought I had done the right thing by saving us both. I had been convinced then, and I was about to tell myself again, why it had been better for the both of us when my hungry, betraying eyes spotted him strolling towards us.
He was wearing dark jeans and a powder blue dress shirt with the sleeves pushed above his elbows. The color of the shirt made his eyes lighter than usual, and it was unbuttoned at top in such a way that it hinted at the sculpted body underneath it. He was magnificent, and I thought the woman with him believed so too because she couldn’t look away, not even for a second as they chatted and walked towards our table.
How could I ever move on when I was my very own worst enemy?
Chapter 10
Toby
Deciding to come out tonight wasn’t an easy decision. My mind resisted, however my heart battled fiercely, winning readily because, let’s face it, I was dying to see her even though it had only been a mere twenty-four hours since I had seen her last.
Ava, my cousin, had called me when I was getting ready to leave. Wanting to hit two birds with one stone, I invited her to come out and meet me at the bar Chad had mentioned. I hadn’t seen her since the wedding, and I didn’t doubt the random call was about my pending divorce from Amelia. Not for a second did I doubt that my parents had notified everyone about what I was planning to do. Nor did I doubt that they were doing this on purpose so they could rally everyone in my family to go against me so that I wouldn’t stand a chance amongst all of them. They fully hoped, I’m sure, that I would eventually yield to their demands and cancel any thoughts and notions about leaving Amelia, but that was never going to happen. My mother should have known better than to push me around like I was some kind of puppet she could use for her own benefit. She had successfully done it for a few years, however I was no longer in the mood to give in to her demands.
I was done living for them. For years, I had shoved my needs aside so I could help and cater to their notorious lifestyle. Saving them from bankruptcy several times, paying off gambling debts, putting my brother through his private education, and working alongside my father in his business. I’d had enough of my family’s never ending drama and making countless excuses for their failed parenting skills.
It was high time to live my life. The way I wanted it.
In their eyes, they deemed it selfish that I couldn’t put my life on hold for them since we were family and all. What good was a family if all they ever did was take advantage of me and demand consistently until I ran out of resources? One other thing that my parents were after—my mother most especially—was the inheritance I was going to get when my aunt passed away. That fact wouldn’t be important had she not been diagnosed with a terminal illness last year. The same year things had fallen apart with Lucy.
Lucy hadn’t had a clue about any of that, though. I had planned to tell her, but she never gave me the chance to explain. How could I when she ignored every attempt at reconciliation with her?
Back to my ever living present. I was parking my car right outside the bar when I saw Ava standing immediately outside the entrance, engrossed in her phone. Ava and I had once been close, before she’d gotten engaged and eventually married her childhood sweetheart, Ashton Westwood, and moved to New York right after they tied the knot. She constantly visited England, but most of the time I would be out of the country or busy with work, therefore we never really got the chance to see each other often.
Coming out of the car, I shoved the keys in my pocket as I strode towards her. “Ava! I hope I didn’t make you wait long,” I greeted her, kissing both cheeks as I surveyed her face. She still looked the same—beautiful with an animated, angelic smile—but something in her eyes told me that everything wasn’t all fine. Before I could ask her about it, she immediately wrapped her arms around me, laughing.
“Goodness, it’s great to see you, cousin.”
“It’s good to see you, too. Is Ashton not with you?” We pulled away from each other and I stared right into her eyes, worried. “Is everything all right, love?”
She shrugged, playing it off with one of those smiles. “Nothing to worry about. Ashton is back in New York. It’s just me this time… just—yeah.” She pressed her lips together before giving me a wan smile. “Why don’t we get some drinks before we start catching up?” She was blatantly avoiding the question.
“Sure. Of course. Let’s head inside,” I replied, nodding, hoping that maybe she’d tell me what was bothering her. We weren’t as close as we once had been, but she was my baby cousin, and I was still protective of her, even if she had grown into a lovely woman.
Inside, the lounge had dimmed lighting all around. The bar had LED lighting, making it easier to navigate around the crowd and know exactly where we were heading.
There was a vacant stool that had just been vacated in the middle of the bar, so I instantly guided Ava towards it. Standing next to her, the bartender greeted us and got our order.
“Whiskey on the rocks. Give me the best one you have,” I said, half-yelling towards the stocky bloke before his attention diverted to Ava.
“Berry champagne, please.”
The man nodded before saying, “Right on,” leaving us a moment as he prepped our drinks.
Both our gazes followed him, watching the ice clink into the glass as he poured the rich, golden, amber liquid into it. He then strode back towards us, handing me my drink before he pulled a flute from behind him. He dropped a few blackberries and raspberries into it then took out a small wooden pestle and squashed the contents inside. He followed that by pouring champagne into the flute and quickly stirring the concoction before handing it to Ava.
After paying and tipping the barman, we sipped our drinks as I looked back and scouted the area, spotting the woman I had been yearning for. She was laughing next to Chad. It was impossible to hear her laughter due to the music in the background, but I could still remember how it sounded—throaty, sexy—and just that recollection made my cock throb in an instant. Since I was with Ava, however, I had to push my erotic thoughts aside and focus on her, for now.