Diamonds - Linde K. A. - Страница 25

“You said we were just friends!” she cried.

She stormed away from him. She couldn’t believe this. It was such a bad idea for her to be here with him. She didn’t know why she thought they could be friends. They obviously couldn’t. It was time to get out of here.

Gates ran after her. “Bri,” he called.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the ballroom and into a private sitting room. She wrenched her arm away from him.

“Bri, I know you said we were just friends,” he pleaded.

“Yet you’re not sorry about kissing me,” she said accusingly.

“No, I’m not.” He gestured for her to take a seat, and he sat next to her.

“You promised, Gates.”

“I promised that I wouldn’t fucking tell anyone that you were with some stranger over Christmas instead of with me,” he cried. “I never promised that I would come here as friends. That was all you.”

“Well, I wasn’t lying to you! We’re not together anymore. You can’t go around kissing me.”

“Who is this guy?” he demanded. He searched her eyes as if they told the source of his distress. “Why is the whole thing such a secret?”

“Because he is! What does it matter, Gates? I’m with him and not you.”

“So where is he then? Not here with you in public,” he said cruelly. “Just hidden away so no one can see you with him.”

“He has a business trip for your information, and anyway I don’t need to explain myself to you,” she said, standing in a hurry. “I said we were just friends and you took advantage of that.”

“I took advantage of you? Please! This guy is taking advantage of you. Why are you even with him?”

“Because unlike you, he understands me!”

Gates snorted, standing to face her. “You barely know him. How could he understand you? I don’t even completely get your crazy.”

“Exactly. He gets me and he cares about me and he takes care of me.”

“He takes care of you?” Gates asked in confusion. “Your father is a fucking director, Bri. No one needs to take care of you.”

“Well, maybe I like that he does anyway.”

“Is that what this necklace is?” he asked, flicking the B around her neck.

“Christ, don’t touch it! It’s Harry Winston.”

Gates’s eyes turned round as saucers. “The guy is buying you Harry Winston? What does he do?”

Bryna glanced away from him. She didn’t know the answer to that question. She had some ludicrous theories. The way Jude talked about his job made it seem like he was a pimp or a drug dealer or a male escort. But there was no way. She was sure that Jude was just in investments or something.

“What does it matter?” she asked.

“That’s a Bryna sidestep. Queen bee doesn’t know the answer.”

“I do,” she lied.

He stared her straight in the eyes and shook his head. “What do you even know about this guy? He could be anyone.”

“Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

“Hey,” he said. “I know I kissed you, but I do want to be here for you as a friend. I don’t want to see you get hurt. So…be careful.”

She smiled at Gates with a confidence she didn’t feel. “I don’t need to be. I know exactly what I’m doing.” When she turned to leave, she wondered if she knew what she was doing at all.

Gates caught up with her again and gave her an apologetic look. “I’m really sorry. I don’t want you to be mad at me. I only ask because I care about you.”

Bryna looked off into the distance. “I know you do, but you have to trust me when I say we’re just friends.”

“I get it. Can I still take you home?”

After a minute, she nodded. “Yeah.”

They walked out of the hotel together and into his limo. They were silent on the ride home. Their friendship was intact, and she felt better knowing that he wasn’t going to try anything. It was also kind of nice that someone knew about Jude even if Gates didn’t have any of the details. It was like a weight off of her chest.

When they were more than halfway to her house, her phone buzzed in her clutch. She peeked at the name, and her heart skipped. “Gates, you don’t mind if I take this call, do you?”

“Is it him?”

She couldn’t keep from smiling at the thought of Jude calling her, so she just nodded.

“Go for it.” Gates turned toward the window to give her a semblance of privacy.

She answered the phone. “Hey! Happy New Year!”

“Happy New Year,” Jude said.

The phone was scratchy, as if there was loud music somewhere in the background.

“Where are you? I can barely hear you.”

“Oh, sorry,” he said. After a couple of seconds, the music died down to a soft buzz. “Didn’t realize it was that loud. I’m at a party for work.”

“I didn’t know that’s what you meant by work.” She tried not to sound like she was pouting, but wasn’t sure how well she pulled it off.

“I’m sure it’s not half as much fun as what you’re doing.”

She glanced out the window, lamenting a New Year’s without him. “I mostly miss you.”

“I miss you, too. I think I’m seeing things because I swore, I saw a girl who looked just like you.”

Bryna laughed. “Same thing happened to me. But you’re not even in L.A., so it must have been someone else.”

“Must have been,” he agreed. “Where did you end up tonight anyway?”

“Oh, Chateau Marmont.”

There was a pause before he asked, “By yourself?”

“No. I was with a friend of mine.”

“A guy friend?”

“Yeah, but you have nothing to worry about. We’re just friends. Where did you fly out to anyway? You’re full of questions. I think you can answer one yourself.”

There was silence on the other end for long enough that she shifted awkwardly in her seat.

“Are you still there?” she asked.

“I didn’t go out of town.”

“You didn’t?” she asked, confused. “Why did you tell me that you did?”

“I was at Chateau Marmont tonight. I didn’t know you’d be there, but I saw you kiss someone else, Bri.”

Her stomach dropped, and she gripped the seat. “No. You have it all wrong. I wasn’t…it wasn’t what it looked like.”

“We weren’t playing a game. I wasn’t coming to snatch you away. You were just with him,” he accused

“Jude, I swear, that is not what happened. He’s a friend. It meant nothing to me.”

Gates snapped his head in her direction, and she waved him away.

This could not be happening. She couldn’t be dealing with this. Why the fuck is Jude in town? And why was he at the same hotel as me? He was supposed to be somewhere at work where it wouldn’t matter that she was out with a friend. And he had seen Gates kiss her but obviously not the slap afterward.

Fuck!

She was shaking, literally trembling in her seat.

“I have to get back to the party. Let’s talk about this tomorrow.”

“Jude,” she whispered.

“Good night, Bri.”

The line went dead, and she dropped her phone into her lap in disbelief.

“Are you okay?” Gates asked, reaching for her.

She swallowed hard and tried to hold in her pain. She wouldn’t unravel. She was strong, confident, and independent. She didn’t need a guy. She didn’t need…

Tears silently pooled in her eyes, and she turned into Gates’s shoulder.

He held her against him. “Tell me what happened.”

“He saw you kiss me.”

“He was there?” Gates asked in surprise.

“I didn’t know he’d be there.”

“So…did you guys break up?” He sounded cautious and uncertain.

He wasn’t used to comforting her. She didn’t normally need comforting. This was all new territory for her.

“He said he wants to talk tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry, Bri. I never would have done that if I’d known. I would never want to upset you.”

She put her head in her hands and leaned forward. “What am I going to do?”

“Blame it on me. He’s just angry right now. It’ll be okay.”

“I hope you’re right.”