Free Rekindling Love (British Billionaires Series) by Sorell Oates Page B

bedroom. He was however, not adverse to wandering around the house in his black Emporio Armani lounge shorts and naked torso. With company, however, he was obligated to put a t-shirt on, even when relaxing with his sister. Rupert flicked on the TV. The sound blared out startling Imogen. She spilled her wine. Cursing, she dashed to the kitchen, racing back with a bottle of white wine. Pouring it on the stain, Rupert grabbed her wrist.
     
    “ Don't waste it,” he yelled over the TV.
     
    “ Put that thing on mute,” she screamed to be heard.
     
    Immediately he switched off the TV to watch her blot the stain with clean white cloths.
     
    “ It'll come out I promise. Yet another important lesson in life I learned from Mum.”
     
    Her throw-away comment on their mother’s love of claret managed to have Rupert chuckling. “Imogen we're billionaires. It's hardly a big issue.”
     
    “ True, but what if all the furniture shops have stopped stocking boring, uninspiring, monochrome colors.”
     
    He continued laughing at her biting remarks.
     
    “ Have you been sitting in the whole weekend drowning your sorrows?” she grilled.
     
    Pouting, she knew she was right. She hated him drinking by himself. She hated him sad in the massive apartment.
     
    “ Have you been out all weekend with Hank the Grid Iron player?” countered Rupert
     
    “ I have. I even went to see him play yesterday with his father.”
     
    “ He was playing in the Jets with his father?”
     
    “ Don't be idiotic, Rupert. He was playing. Me and Hank's dad were watching Hank smash the Miami Dolphins.”
     
    “ Sounds painful.”
     
    “ Only for Miami.”
     
    “ Meeting the parents. That is something.”
     
    He was losing his sister. She'd always been flighty and naughty and incredibly fun, but she was growing up.
     
    “ Stay and finish the white wine with me?”
     
    “ Rupert, it's Monday tomorrow we've got work.”
     
    “ Please.”
     
    “ On one condition.”
     
    “ What?” he asked, sitting straighter on the couch.
     
    “ Ring Susan. If you promised you would, do it. Bite the bullet. It's Sunday night. It's well past the three-day rule. Pick up the phone and call.”
     
    She dangled the bottle of white wine in front of his eyes. Going to snatch it, she jerked back suddenly.
     
    Rupert reached for his cell phone nervously.
     

CHAPTER 10
     
     
     
    “ What did you say?”
     
    “ I said yes.”
     
    Dylan hated hearing that Susan-Marie was going on a date with Rupert. Whatever her plans were, he had an underlying feeling she wouldn't be able to see them through. She was a good person. Though Rupert deserved being taken down a peg or two and public humiliation, but Susan's soft heart hadn't hardened over the years as far as he was aware.
     
    “ The plan being?”
     
    “ The plan is to make him fall for me. Lead him in a merry dance, then let karma bite him in the ass.”
     
    “ It doesn't sound very you, Susan-Marie.”
     
    “ It's not a side of myself I'm proud of. It's something I’d hope I'd never have to stoop to. But fate crossed our paths and I vowed long ago if I got my chance I would turn the tables on Rupert Locke-Smythe.”
     
    Sitting in a cafe near the theater, the two were enjoying lunch. Dylan opted for a hamburger and beer, whereas Susan restricted herself to a salad and soda water. It was too cold to sit outdoors, but the hustle and bustle of the over-priced venue gave the chic coffee-bar warmth and atmosphere. Sitting by the window frontage, they could have people watched for hours. As it was, people were looking in at the handsome couple. Her jet black hair and green eyes suited Dylan's blonde hair and blue eyes. Gothically dressed in black, Dylan's clothes remained sleek and stylish in and out of the office. His black trousers and satin shirt gave him a gaunt Halloween inspired style, not inappropriate given it was that season. Dressing in brighter, bold colors, Susan's patterned genie pants