Chapter 87

I jump out of my skin when my phone beeps loudly and almost squeal in fright at the unexpectedness of it. Proof of how on edge he has me, and I glance at the text as it pops up on my home screen. What’s left of my fight melts into my shoes.

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU??!!!

It’s him again, and, needless to say, he’s not simmering as I hoped but working himself into a demonic fury that could melt steel. On the warpath and raking the club to find me. Which means I’m not going in there for anything, not even a million dollars.

Not when he is like this.

I’m not that stupid.

My feet decide for me, turning on my heel and heading away from the club to put space between us where he won’t think to look. I will call him back, but not until I’m out of sight and far enough away that he won’t be able to come and drag me indoors without looking for me. Lots of space is a good thing. Behind a building, out of his view and reach, until we talk it out—a lot.

I might tal