“Come in.” Hearing Serena’s voice sent a shot of adrenaline through me. I took a breath to guard against any more reactions. It was time to find out what happened and then move on.
My emotions had to stay out of it.
Nikita opened the door. “Mr. Roarke. Would you like coffee or wine? We have sparkling water too.”
“No thank you,” I said stepping into Serena’s office.
“Mr. Roarke.” Her eyes widened and then turned wary. Yep. I was leaving here an unattached man.
“Ms. Moore.”
She stood as Nikita closed the door behind me. We stared at each other for a long moment before she finally said, “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Yes. You can tell me what the fuck is going on.”
She flinched at my tone.
I held my hands up and took a breath. “Sorry. I get that you’re done with me, but I can’t seem to let go without knowing why. What happened?”
Her expression morphed into irritation. “I’m not interested in being a little something on the side.”
I stared at her trying to make sense of her words. “I still have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, for crying out loud, Devin, you have some gall.”
I put my hands on my hips and shook my head. “Still clueless.”
She rolled her eyes. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you took your fiancé into a private room?”
Confusion had me frowning at her. “What fiancé?”
“Oh my God. Are you really going to deny that you took Evelyn Winthrop into a private room at your parents’ anniversary party? The Evelyn Winthrop you’re engaged to marry?”
“No. I did do that. Evie is a friend—”
“Stop lying, Devin!” she snapped, making me jerk in surprise.
Anger replaced my shock. “I’m many things, Serena, a liar isn’t one of them.”
“So, your sister is a liar? Because she told me you were in that room fucking Evelyn to appease her for wanting to put off your wedding until you finished sowing your oats.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I laughed derisively. “Do you want the truth or do you just want to believe I’m an asshole?”
“If you weren’t fucking her what were you doing?”
“Do you really want to know or are you simply going to keep accusing me of being a liar and a cheat?”
Her jaw tightened. “I’d like to hear what you have to say.”
“What I have to say is the truth, but it won’t be worth wasting my breath if you’re just going to accuse me of lying.” At least I knew why she ran off and ignored my calls. But it irked that she believed I’d sleep with her while engaged to someone else.
She cocked and her brows lifted in an “I’m listening” signal.
“Our parents want us to get married—”
“See! Engaged.”
“Do you want the truth or not?” I bellowed wondering how thick her office walls were. Were her colleagues overhearing this? Not that I cared, but she might.