Diamonds (All that Glitters #1)(35)

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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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.”