Chapter 10 - 11 Evicted
‘Shut it, Rhys,’ I snapped. ‘You know damn well why I broke things off. So do us all a favour and back off.’
He clocked the death grip I had on the wine bottle and caught the look in my eyes—the same look that said I wouldn’t think twice about smashing it over his infuriating head again, just like last time.
Rhys froze. The look on his face was absolutely priceless. Like I’d just walked up and slapped him with a frozen salmon.
He simply couldn’t compute the fact that I was no longer the starry-eyed doormat who used to treat his words like gospel. Probably still catching up from that time I’d literally slapped him during our breakup.
Honestly, I don’t think his ego had recovered.
Before Rhys could open his mouth again, a manager in a suit so sharp it could’ve sliced air walked over. He looked at Rhys and Catherine like they were yesterday’s expired prawns.
‘Sir, ma’am, I’m afraid you’re now on our banned list. You’re no longer welcome here. Ever.’
Rhys spluttered like a clogged kettle. ‘W-what? You can’t be serious.’
Instead of explaining, the manager waved over security. Two very large men in very small earpieces started making their way towards our table.
Rhys kept yelling something about how he’d ‘file a complaint’ or whatever nonsense billionaires shout when things don’t go their way.
Catherine just hissed something under her breath and followed him out, her heels clicking like angry punctuation marks.
Once the chaos walked itself out, the manager turned to me with a faint, polite smile. ‘Apologies for the disturbance, miss. Your dinner tonight is on the house.’