My eyes widen, and I stifle a laugh.Is Mya serious? Why stop at the clothes and jewels when you can bring half the Paris Philharmonic along too?
I exhale slowly through my nose. “Run it.”
“Yes, sir. ”
The line disconnects.
“What was that?” Griffin asks.
I take a sip of wine, unbothered. “Just my fiancée putting my Black Card to use.”
Adrian barks out a laugh. “What’d she do, buy out all of Paris?”
“Something like that.”
I grab my phone again.
A million euros in one shopping trip. Really, Mya?
I spear a bite of sea bass.
Mya:
You said it yourself that I should get used to being spoiled.
A smirk tugs at my mouth. I take another sip of wine to hide it.
You’re right. If that’s the case, try harder next time.
Mya:
I wasn’t trying anything. I just couldn’t pass up on the diamonds. They were so shiny!
I shift in my chair, leg bouncing under the tablecloth, picturing her in that dress and those jewels.
Well, I’m not sure what’ll shine brighter tomorrow… those diamonds, or your face when you’ll be screaming my name after I take you out of them.
I set the phone down just long enough to cut my fish. Griffin glances up at me, brow furrowing. I give him nothing. Inside, I’m burning, every thought hijacked by Mya. That brat lives to get under my skin.
The screen lights up again.
Mya:
…
I huff a quiet laugh, covering it with a cough.
Cat got your tongue?
Mya:
We are not having sex, Worth.
A newly-married couple should consummate their marriage, Mya.
Mya:
Jesus. Do you hear yourself?