Chapter 27 Harry
Harry
Iheld the phone, panting, glaring at the door of the bathroom stall like it was my worst enemy.
What had I expected? Really? It was stupid to think that Dom had miraculously changed. That the Dom who had confessed his love was somehow the real man that I’d been searching for amongst his flirting and lies.
I bit my lip, failing to swallow my rage.
Because that was it. That was the last straw.
I considered myself a patient person. I had the strength to sit in front of a board of donors who were rejecting a project to supply trees to the Middle East to combat desertification simply because it wasn’t worth their time.
I could calm Mum when she was on one of her campaigns to make her children miserable.
I had dealt with media scandals, deaths of friends and family, even a hostage situation when Foundation employees were kidnapped on a project in East Asia—but I couldn’t put up with that.
It was driving me insane, all of it. I hadn’t come this far, given up so much of myself and what I loved, just to be pulled around like this.
I had to fix it. Not for anyone else, but for myself.
I thought it was awful of me to break up with Molly on the day of our engagement party. So, fine. I’d be the worst person in the entire world if it meant I could finally get some solace from this madness.
My phone pinged, and my anger spiked. I almost didn’t check the message. Almost. But I’d learnt recently that I was an emotional masochist as well as a horny slut.
Dom: Hey, I’m sorry. I was just surprised you rang. I didn’t mean to make it awkward. I’ll be here when you need me.
Assuming I needed him. Assuming that he made it awkward, and not that his simple words sent so much heat running through my body that I was hard, and contemplating stroking myself in a dingy bathroom at my own engagement party while thinking of him just to relieve myself.
No, I wasn’t doing it. I wasn’t to be played around with. Whether it was Molly, Dom, Mum, or bloody Lord Hastings, I wasn’t having it.
I was fucking Harry Fischer, and I was done with that shit.