“Yet you never learned to ask for what you wanted in the bedroom, how sad!” he said with amusement. Was he seriously enjoying this? I’m seriously about to put him in his place.
“You know what, Kane?” I glared my eyes at him.
“What’s that?” He smiled so smugly.
“Like I said last night, YOU are the brat. You think everyone has to follow these unspoken rules of yours. You broke into my apartment when I didn’t answer the phone the second day of knowing you, I mean come on! You have to control every damn thing and if something doesn’t go your way, it might as well be the end of the world as we know it. You want to point out my shortcomings, at least I can have fun and have spontaneity in my life. Who the hell made you so damn uptight anyway?” I was almost yelling.
Toward the middle of my rant, Kane’s smile faded into a deep frown. He didn’t speak for a moment after I finished and his demeanor became stiff at my last few words. Okay, so maybe I didn’t have to say all of that. It was too late now, so I crossed my arms and waited on a retaliation.
“It’s late, Alias. I’ll call Damion to pick you up,” he said coldly. He grabbed up our wine glasses and took them over to the sink before I could say anything else.
I felt a bit of sadness creep over me, realizing I didn’t actually want to go home. Rarely ever did I hang out with anyone, yet I didn’t want to be alone tonight. I was struggling to put my pride aside and tell Kane I was sorry for allowing my attitude to take over and brutally raw honesty spilling out of my mouth.
“I don’t want to go home,” I said softly.
“Of course, Alias. And what do you want?” He spoke with bitterness in his voice.
“Maybe, stay here tonight? I’ll sleep on the sofa,” I smiled lightly hoping it would soothe his frustration with me.
“No,” he said plainly. He was texting on his phone, Damion, I presumed. I felt a ting in my heart as he told me no.
“Why not?” I asked innocently.
“Because, Alias. I’m glad we talked, but you should go home now. It’s best we just remain professional from here on out,” he explained, still looking at his phone, “Damion will be here in five minutes.”
“Remain professional?” I was utterly lost. I thought I was getting to know Kane. At the very least, I thought he could be a friend.
“Yes, I think it’s best. We’ll forget this weekend and return back to work as strictly associates. I must ask you do start following my rules, however. Have a nice night, Alias. You can show yourself out,” he spun on his heels and walked to a part of the penthouse I had yet to see.
Forget this weekend? He couldn’t be serious. He had just shown me a side of life I dreamed of exploring and I was just supposed to forget it all. I even considered allowing him to teach me later on, yet he wants to “remain professional”. I felt tears burn at my eyes, but refused to let any slip. Kane Rhodes was an asshole from day one, I can’t believe I allowed myself to think he would be or could be different. He was only acting like this because he couldn’t handle the truth that he’s a brat as much as I am. Well, Alias Star doesn’t walk on eggshells for anybody, and I damn sure wasn’t going to pretend he was this perfect man I’m graced to be in the presence of. I didn’t want to go home, but I wasn’t going to stick around here feeling sorry for myself.
I grabbed up my purse and stomped away to the elevator. Fuck him. This had been the craziest week since the first day we met, and just when I thought he could be a halfway decent person, he showed me that was impossible.
Damion was waiting for me at car. His smile quickly faded as he noticed the anger on my face.
“Alias, are you alright?” He asked carefully.
“Fucking fantastic, Damion. Take me to a bar,” I huffed as I hopped into the backseat.
“Kane said you needed a ride home?” He questioned.
“Fuck Kane, respectfully,” I rolled my eyes, “Any bar will do.”
“Should I wait for you outside?” He seemed to be genuinely concerned.
“No thanks, Damion. I’ve made home plenty of nights by myself. Thanks anyway,” I tried not to be snappy with him, but I was angry.
We arrived at the nearest bar, and Damion begged me to let him take me home. I declined as I just wanted to remind myself I am strong, independent, successful business woman, and I could get my damn self home.
After about five drinks, I didn’t feel so strong and independent anymore. I stumbled my way out of the bar, declining stranger’s offers of assistance the whole way to the door. When I stepped out, to my surprise, Damion and Kane stood by the car as if they were waiting for me. I scoffed as I tried to walk straight.
“Alias, get in the car,” Kane demanded.
I threw my head back in laughter. The nerve he has to be here right now. I’d definitely never tell Damion anything again, since he immediately ran back to tell Kane what I was doing. Not like I’ll ever see him again anyway. I kept walking down the sidewalk trying to catch a taxi.
“Alias, get in the car,” Kane demanded once more.
I ignored him as a taxi finally stopped for me and pulled up to the curb. I opened the door and looked at Kane with every bit of anger in me. He yelled one last time.
“Alias, get in my car, now!” He was clearly as angry as I was.
“Mr. Rhodes, that’s not very professional of you,” I spat back before getting in the taxi and slamming the door. I refused to look at him as we drove by. This whole situation felt overdramatized to the max. Kane was right, we should forget every damn thing.
I was stupid for thinking getting close with Kane Rhodes was a good idea. Fool me once, but never twice.