Page 78 of Be With Me
A muscle ticked in my jaw. "Of course I did. That was the year I got fucking made."
"It was before that too."
I went still.
This was a conversation I wasn’t about to have. Not here. Not now. Not fucking ever, if I could help it.
Baranov pulled out his phone and stepped away from Mia to take a call.
I slammed my tumbler onto the bar. “Go make some friends, Cos. I’m bored of this conversation.”
I stalked after Baranov into the hallway. He was pacing away from the party, muttering something into his cell.
He didn’t see me until he hung up and turned, his brows lifting in surprise. “Rom. How are you?”
“Fucking fantastic. You?”
His gaze flicked over my suit. “You look great. Hell of a suit. Where’d you get it?”
“Someone with taste styled me. Someone good.”
“Oh yeah? Can I get their card?”
“I don’t think so. Then we’d have something in common, and I’d rather eat shit and die.”
Baranov’s eyes narrowed. “What’s your problem?”
“Montenegro is a nice spot.”
“What?”
"Does Gracie know about your little secret family parked in that villa by the sea?"
His face turned ashen. Gracie was his fiancée, and his weak spot.
“How do you?—“
“I just do.” I knew every piece of dirt on everyone here. “Should I tell her?”
His nostrils flared. “What do you want?”
“Leave.”
“The party?”
“And the club. Cancel your membership. Unsubscribe from the damn newsletter. I don’t ever want to see your face around here again.”
He bristled, fists clenching like he’d take a swing, but he wasn’t that stupid. His daddy had power in Belarus, but here, he was defenseless from someone like me.
“Oh, and Andrei?” I took a step, forcing him to take one back. “Don’t ever talk to the Morales girl again.”
Confusion bled into his expression. “Why?”
“I don’t owe you an explanation.”
He hesitated and then smoothed his tie, forcing calm. "Fine."
I watched him slink to the elevator, waited until the doors swallowed him whole, and then I strode back into the room.
