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Swallowing hard, I nodded as a bitter taste rose in my throat when my eyes fell to a different picture with a date of just over two weeks ago. ‘And have you “dated” her recently? Since you’ve been back in America?’ I asked bluntly, my emphasis on the word dated making it obvious that what I actually meant was fucked.
‘No, Allie, of course not. But Savannah can be quite … demonstrative. Her behaviour set a few rumours off again. I always set her straight through, Allie. Always.’ Apparently not in public, I thought bitterly as I stared at the pictures.
‘This photo was taken at an awards ceremony three weeks ago and you have your arm around her again,’ I murmured in stunned disbelief.
‘That’s just for the cameras. Besides, it’s not on her arse that time,’ Sean pointed out, which almost made me cackle with demented laughter and slap him around the face for his stupidity – as if that made it better! It didn’t matter where the fuck on her body his hand was, it was the fact that his hand was anywhere on Savannah Hilton that was irking me.
Shifting again, Sean looked like the epitome of discomfort; there was a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead and panic was contorting his usually handsome face. ‘Because having a beautiful woman draped all over you must be so tough to deal with,’ I spat. Blowing some loose hairs out of my face I shook my head again and stared at the article.
Before I could make further comment, I suddenly drew in a horrified breath. ‘Oh my God … she’s wearing an engagement ring …’ A huge, sparkly diamond took pride of place on her ring finger, clearly on display as she showed it off to its full potential.
My wide eyes flew to his and I saw Sean blanch of colour and then frown. ‘She is … but I didn’t buy it or give it to her, Allie. It’s fake.’ The glittery ring didn’t look particularly fake to me, and neither did their cosy embrace. ‘She looks gorgeous … and you look like you’re about to kiss her,’ I whispered faintly. As sick as my words made me, it was true. Leaning in closer to the picture I squinted as I took in the details of their stances. She had one arm around his waist, but it suddenly occurred to me that the other, the one with the ring, was practically tucked in the front of his flipping trousers. How had I not noticed that before?
‘Christ. Sean, she’s practically wanking you right there on the red carpet.’ Which was perhaps a small over-exaggeration, but seemed necessary. He was supposed to be dating me, didn’t he realise that that meant only I could touch him like that? Or did he simply not care?
‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ he barked, but I could tell from his stormy expression that I had hit a nerve. Either that, or he was finally losing his patience with my freak-out.
‘I’m not being ridiculous, Sean, her fingers are below your fucking belt!’ OK, so perhaps I needed to rein in my voice a little, because I had definitely just yelled loud enough to rattle the window glass.
My shouting apparently snapped Sean’s composure too, because suddenly he was leaning forward, his eyes blazing and tendons stretching in his neck. ‘Fine, OK, you want to know the truth? Savannah did try to kiss me that night, Allie,’ he spat, his face reddening with growing anger. ‘Repeatedly, in fact. The whole fucking crowd was chanting for me to do it too, and yeah, she looked fucking hot so it would have been easy to give in.’
As he glared at me I felt another part of my heart crumble away. At this rate there would be nothing left of it by the end of this car journey. His spiteful words felt like they had stabbed me in the chest and I dragged in a ragged breath as pain lanced through me, only just managing to hold myself together. ‘But I didn’t kiss her. You want to know why? Because I love you. You, Allie,’ he growled. ‘I could never do that to you, and on top of that, I would never want to do that.’
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Swallowing hard, I nodded as a bitter taste rose in my throat when my eyes fell to a different picture with a date of just over two weeks ago. ‘And have you “dated” her recently? Since you’ve been back in America?’ I asked bluntly, my emphasis on the word dated making it obvious that what I actually meant was fucked.
‘No, Allie, of course not. But Savannah can be quite … demonstrative. Her behaviour set a few rumours off again. I always set her straight through, Allie. Always.’ Apparently not in public, I thought bitterly as I stared at the pictures.
‘This photo was taken at an awards ceremony three weeks ago and you have your arm around her again,’ I murmured in stunned disbelief.
‘That’s just for the cameras. Besides, it’s not on her arse that time,’ Sean pointed out, which almost made me cackle with demented laughter and slap him around the face for his stupidity – as if that made it better! It didn’t matter where the fuck on her body his hand was, it was the fact that his hand was anywhere on Savannah Hilton that was irking me.
Shifting again, Sean looked like the epitome of discomfort; there was a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead and panic was contorting his usually handsome face. ‘Because having a beautiful woman draped all over you must be so tough to deal with,’ I spat. Blowing some loose hairs out of my face I shook my head again and stared at the article.
Before I could make further comment, I suddenly drew in a horrified breath. ‘Oh my God … she’s wearing an engagement ring …’ A huge, sparkly diamond took pride of place on her ring finger, clearly on display as she showed it off to its full potential.
My wide eyes flew to his and I saw Sean blanch of colour and then frown. ‘She is … but I didn’t buy it or give it to her, Allie. It’s fake.’ The glittery ring didn’t look particularly fake to me, and neither did their cosy embrace. ‘She looks gorgeous … and you look like you’re about to kiss her,’ I whispered faintly. As sick as my words made me, it was true. Leaning in closer to the picture I squinted as I took in the details of their stances. She had one arm around his waist, but it suddenly occurred to me that the other, the one with the ring, was practically tucked in the front of his flipping trousers. How had I not noticed that before?
‘Christ. Sean, she’s practically wanking you right there on the red carpet.’ Which was perhaps a small over-exaggeration, but seemed necessary. He was supposed to be dating me, didn’t he realise that that meant only I could touch him like that? Or did he simply not care?
‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ he barked, but I could tell from his stormy expression that I had hit a nerve. Either that, or he was finally losing his patience with my freak-out.
‘I’m not being ridiculous, Sean, her fingers are below your fucking belt!’ OK, so perhaps I needed to rein in my voice a little, because I had definitely just yelled loud enough to rattle the window glass.
My shouting apparently snapped Sean’s composure too, because suddenly he was leaning forward, his eyes blazing and tendons stretching in his neck. ‘Fine, OK, you want to know the truth? Savannah did try to kiss me that night, Allie,’ he spat, his face reddening with growing anger. ‘Repeatedly, in fact. The whole fucking crowd was chanting for me to do it too, and yeah, she looked fucking hot so it would have been easy to give in.’
As he glared at me I felt another part of my heart crumble away. At this rate there would be nothing left of it by the end of this car journey. His spiteful words felt like they had stabbed me in the chest and I dragged in a ragged breath as pain lanced through me, only just managing to hold myself together. ‘But I didn’t kiss her. You want to know why? Because I love you. You, Allie,’ he growled. ‘I could never do that to you, and on top of that, I would never want to do that.’
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