I close my eyes and inhale a deep breath as I try to calm my beating heart. It doesn’t matter that she’s here with another guy. I don’t give a damn, as long as she gives me what I want.
I drain my glass of scotch, and my heart pounds furiously.
Spencer grins smugly. “Look at you, Masters. Are you fucking jealous?”
“Don’t be stupid,” I snap.
“You are. You’re sweating.” He laughs and elbows Seb. “Masters has done his nuts.”
“I have not,” I bark.
“Julian, can I speak to you for a moment, please?” Bree asks, grabbing my elbow from behind.
I turn to her and lose control. “You’re on a fucking date?” I growl.
Bree’s eyes widen, and they flicker to my two friends, filling with embarrassment.
Spencer smirks and sticks his hand out to shake hers. “I’m Spencer.” “I’m Sebastian,” Seb tells her. They stand smiling as they watch me, clearly enjoying the show.
“I-I’m Brielle.” She smiles meekly.
“We know exactly who you are,” Seb says arrogantly.
Bree frowns at him and turns her attention back to me. “Can I speak to you outside? Now… please?”
"You're on a date. I can't fucking believe you," I grind out.
She purses her lips. “You’re not getting needy, are you, Julian?” She puts her hand on her hip. “There is nothing more unattractive than a needy man.”
I narrow my eyes. The bitch, throwing my own words back in my face.
The boys chuckle and Spencer holds his hand in the air. Seb instantly high-fives it. “Boom.” Spencer smiles. “Take that, Masters.”
“Fuck off,” I snap and storm towards the door.
“What the hell are you doing?” she whispers angrily as we burst through the doors, out onto the courtyard.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m out having fun. What does it look like?”
“You’re on a date? I can’t believe you.”
“You told me I was being too needy.”
I put my hands on my hips angrily, my ears burning with rage. “I thought we had something.”
“So did I.”
“Then what are you doing?” I whisper angrily.
“Trying to get over you.”
“What? Why?”
“Because you don’t want what I want.” She snaps.
“What is that?”