That asshole. Briar must have known how I would react to seeing him bring Nicole as his date. I focused on my breathing, grasping for the rampant hurt that skittered through my veins. I forced it down into a box to be dealt with later. My heart still pounded in my chest and tongue felt thick in my mouth. Perhaps I was wrong, this wasn’t a charade my men had planned to appease an investor. Maybe this break up was real. It had been easier to believe they were being led by a man who had ulterior motives. One’s that were significantly improved by me being single.
