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.”

you out of your own house?” I shake my head, but before we can get to

Scott’s huge bright grin almost pressed to my

grabs my waist and pinpoints me where I

me in his arms, glaring at Oliver Scott like a pissed

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

surprised, but not even a shade of being offended

Sebastian’s story

to, but Oliver Scott’s words still pour cold water down my head. What am I doing?! In Sebastian’s arms like a 17–year–old who

a different result doing exactly what I

with a surprised look. But then he lets me go slowly. I know he knows it’s about Ava, and to avoid seeing his sorrowful look, I lower my head and

when I agreed to try it again with Sebastian in

is not following

dance floor, Oliver leads me to a table in the corner. He bows at me with a please. gesture, so I sit in first, leaving the outside of the sofa

meeting you here, Mrs.

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