I struggled to blink back the tears that were threatening to choke me. The sigh of Vincent was mostly blurry now, and I could see the smoke from his cigar, the slow way he sipped his wine, he way his hair fell back.
I brought my hand to wipe the tears, then met his eyes. "So what would you rather do?" I asked, my voice low.
He shrugged, his feet lightly tapping on the floor. "Isn't it obvious?"
I swallowed hard, my eyes dropping to my feet. "I am going to get auctioned, Vincent."
He raised a brow. "I thought you would run back to Tyler. Does he not seem as appealing anymore?"
I gritted my teeth, grabbed my purse, and then stood up and turned away. He said nothing even as I walked to the door, my hand reaching the door knob, tears almost blinding me.
"But I could take you."
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