Conquered: She Who Dares Book Two by LP Lovell Read Free Book Online Page B

at me like that. I’ve seen him a couple of times with Hugo. That’s all. He’s permanently trashed from what I can gather anyway.”
    “I know. I’ve seen the papers. Old habits die hard apparently.” I mumble.
    “It’s not like that. If you just…” I hold my hand up stopping her.
    “I don’t want to talk about him.”
    She frowns at me and presses her lips together. I can tell she wants to argue with me, but she won’t. “Fine. You two seem determined to destroy each other. See you in the morning.” She turns and heads off to her room.
    I huff. “Since when do her loyalties lay with Theodore fucking Ellis?”
    George shrugs. “Probably since she’s fucking his best friend. Don’t forget, Hugo is always with Theo. Not that I think she’s going to the dark side, but you know how Molly is. She likes to take pity on broken things. He’s probably been all ‘Lilly won’t talk to me.’” I feel a slight stab of jealousy at the thought of Molly spending time with him. Then I decide to be angry again. She should hate him. I won’t pretend that these are entirely rational thoughts, because I tend to get bitchy when I drink wine, but I don’t think I’m being ridiculous here.
    “Great.” Is my only response.
    George laughs and then pulls me back down against his chest. “I was comfy.” He mumbles.
    I snuggle against him, inhaling his familiar scent, fresh and woodsy. Safe.
    I smile. I really wish, and definitely not for the first time, that George were straight. He would be my perfect man. If only I think to myself. Alas, the boys get George, and I get left with all the bastards. Still, I get the best friend a girl could ask for. George is that person…you know, the one who would hide all my sex toys if I died. We all need one of those.
     
    I’m sat at my desk in my new office typing up a deal for the Wyatt buyout when my mobile phone rings. I glance down at the screen as it flashes with ‘Wanker’. I smile at the same time as my heart clenches. I told George about the fact that Theo has called me five times a day for the last week, ever since I left him standing in the courthouse car park surrounded by press, with that wounded animal look on his face. George changed his details in my phone book and said that at least when he calls it will make me smile, even if it is for the wrong reasons. We hate him. I press reject. This is the third time he’s called me today. I can’t help but picture that hurt look on his face as I walked away from him. I hate that I care. He deserves to be hurt. He deserves everything that comes his way. Fucking arsehole. In case you haven’t guessed, I’m in the anger faze of the break up, and I much prefer this to last week’s snivelling, crying mess. I never thought I would cry over a guy. Turns out I’ve cried more in one day over this guy than I have in my entire life, and when you’ve had a life like mine, that’s pretty damn pathetic let me tell you. Yeah, anger is a familiar and welcome friend right now. I embrace it with open arms, even if it does turn me into a psycho. Besides, I’m a redhead. I can totally get away with it.
    These phone calls are starting to grate though. I thought I made myself pretty damn clear at the courthouse, but Theo being Theo needs it driven home with a bloody sledge hammer before he’ll listen. No, not even then. I don’t know why he can’t just leave me alone. He ripped down my walls, only to hit me where it hurts and leave me bleeding. Surely that’s enough for one person? I still love him, but I can’t be around him. I’ll admit that I’m far too invested in him to be friends with him. I could never watch him with another woman. I would never admit it but I think it might kill me. I just want a clean break from him. I want to pretend he never happened. Seeing him at the courthouse just ripped a fresh scab off a wound. I will never heal whilst he insists on trying to make amends. Why can he not see how broken this is?