She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

167 Mafia Boss

Scarlett’s POV

I asked Sebastian to come to the party with me. Well, I told Sebastian about it, and he tagged along against my suggestion.

“Since when have you been interested in disco bars?” Sebastian tries to hide his impatience. Effort in vain. He prefers quiet ones.

“No one even invited you,” I roll my eyes, looking around for Oliver.

“I want to be with YOU,” He grunts, following me tightly as he tries to an annoyed look on his face, “It could have been at home–”

naking contact with anyone,

“I couldn’t have been because I wasn’t planning on going home with you,” I wheel on him, somehow, in the crowd, “1 said you have a chance, under the condition that you won’t put Ava Fuller above me. I’m not just going back to be your tamed little wife, not again!”

“I know, I know!” He raises both his hands, smiling tamely, “I’m sorry. You can at least come home to sleep, no? I won’t be there.”

I shake my head, but before we can get to a conclusion, a guy presses close to

here!” Oliver Scott’s huge bright grin almost

me where I am when I follow

arms, glaring at Oliver Scott like

at him secretly, and he just pretends not to see it. He is just an unregistered Ex here

surprised, but not even a shade of being offended on his face. He

knows Sebastian’s

doing?! In Sebastian’s arms like a 17–year–old who dates a boy for the first time? I’m being too

exactly what I did

with a surprised look. But then he lets me go slowly. I know he knows it’s about Ava, and to

us, and it’s bigger than I thought when I agreed to try it again with Sebastian in an Impulse. Now

not following

bows at me with a please. gesture,

you

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