Blasphemous (Torn #3)(57)
“Bass! Good to see you again,” Dimitris greeted me with a hug, tapping my back as he did so.
I grinned, missing the Greek guy who had become a very good friend of mine. “How have you been? Ready to be the next CEO soon, Kosta?”
“I’m Greek. My mother bore me ready.”
Still cocky, I suppose nothing’s changed. “Right, of course she did.” I grinned as I sat on the red leather couch, facing Emma.
She was stuck on her phone, holding a laugh as she started to type. “Emma,” I said as I scrutinized every inch of her, reacquainting my gaze with those shapely legs and the body I once worshipped all day long.
She looked up quickly, not meeting my gaze full on. “Bass,” she cordially said before she went back to her blasted phone. Emma’s smile broadened when her mobile started shrilling. “Hey! That was quick!” she gleefully said, standing up and starting to walk out of the door for privacy.
When the door shut after her, I still stared at it, struck and flabbergasted. That tiny dress she wore… was seriously scandalous. By God, she looked edible.
“Feels like shit when you see her again after months looking like Salome, doesn’t it?” Dimitris sat on the other end of the couch, amused. “What you did my friend, letting Emma go, was really dumb. I understand the need to feel like you are the only man that she loves, but she begged you and asked to give her time. Yet, what’s done is done. I’m happy to see you both looking great, though. So, what’s new? When do I get to meet your Nikki Pavlova?”
“That’s not happening anytime soon. She and I are through.” What was taking Emma forever to get back? Who was she talking to?
“Of course. Anyway, are you going to Taylor’s birthday party tonight? He called me when I landed a few hours ago.”
No. Emma was going to be there. Look at me, I just saw her for about ten minutes and I was already acting like a lovesick puppy. However, Taylor and Trista would never forgive me if I didn’t go. “Yeah. You coming?”
“I’m thinking, but I don’t know if I should see my wife or not.”
That certainly got my undivided attention. “Excuse me? You’re married? To who?” Then the pin dropped. “Lindsey,” I whispered. Who else could it be? Everything made sense now. I had always wondered why Dimitris was acting funny after Trista and Lindsey left. Because he was secretly married to her.
“I eventually have to see her. We need to file for a divorce in Greece. My lawyers are nervous since I didn’t let her sign a pre—nup. I’m sure she’d be glad to sign away because she couldn’t leave me fast enough. It sucks when you’re the person left behind, but as they say, life goes on and I’m glad this rubbish chapter is about to be done.”
“I’m sorry about that, dude. None of us had any idea. I’m glad you’re doing okay now.” I empathized, but my mind went blank when I saw the doorknob was being turned.
My lungs stopped working when Emma came back without giving me a glance. After months of not seeing each other, it seemed like she wasn’t interested in conversing with me. While I wanted to just consume her on the spot. Didn’t she miss me at all? The rational side thought that it was normal after how we ended our relationship, but the unreasonable side of me wanted her to acknowledge me—something—to make me feel somehow, less undeserving. My emotions were getting the best of me and I was having a hard time harnessing it.
A soft knock on the door was a Godsend. “How are we feeling? You guys are up in ten, yeah?” a woman with a headset and iPad said as she yapped on the earpiece and to us.
Emma smiled up at her, mesmerizing me, before she stood up and strode over to the mirror and checked her make-up.
“Bass! Your phone’s ringing.” Dimitris threw a peanut at me, breaking me from my idiotic trance.
Nikki.
“Hello?”
“How’s your day going, honey? Did you check the picture I sent you?” Nikki was overtly sweeter than normal.
Why would she be sending me a picture? Hadn’t I made it abundantly clear that we were done before I left Dallas? “I haven’t yet, Nik. Was it important?”
“It is to me, hon. I miss waking up next to you.” She sounded so sad, I almost felt bad for breaking things with her.
But she knew the score. Why was Nikki being so clingy? I wasn’t joking when I said it was over. What’s so hard to grasp about that? “I have to go.”
“Do you not miss me at all? Not even a little bit?”
I don’t know? Honestly, I haven’t thought much about anything or anyone except for the woman who broke my heart. When I glanced at where Emma was standing, I caught her looking at me for a second before breaking the contact.
f*uk. That one look—even if it was directed with hate—made me want to marry her and keep her with me forever.
“I’ll call you back after I check the message. Bye.” I cutoff the call before Nikki had a chance to whine again.
But wait—did I just think of marriage? f*uk. Marriage after half an hour with her in the room? In-f*uking-sane.
I knew I had to get out of here before I decided to do something stupid. Coming out of the room, Dimitris and Emma surprisingly trailed behind me as I went to go see Max, who was going to interview us in a short while.
“Bass! Awesome to have you back in!” The world-renowned disc jockey greeted me like an old friend as we shook hands before he did a double take behind me. “Ahhh, you must me the beautiful Emma Anderson.” Max reached out and gave her a hug before offering his hand to Dimitris. “And the hot Greek. Great to meet you, man! You guys have a massive crowd outside waiting for autographs, but we’ll do the interview first. We’ll go live in two minutes.”