Chapter 69 Needy, Little— (2)

• “It’s not important,” I replied. I stepped back to create more space between us. Waylen tried to follow but stopped when he spotted the card at his feet. I moved, but he was faster. “Waylen. Ezra.” He held Malik’s card above his head. “I took it because I wanted you to meet him and talk like you planned to do before Joe ruined it. You sounded so distraught back then. Baby, that meeting was important to you, so I wanted to help.”
• “You didn’t take it because you wanted to work as his assistant?” he sneered. The heaviness in my chest rose to my throat. This conversation was pointless. I might as well have been a prisoner awaiting execution because he had made up his mind. To him, I was a needy, little whore. He tore the card in half, and I swallowed my gasp. “I guess you wouldn’t mind me ripping it?”
• “I…” He arched a brow in response, tearing the halves into a cleaner half. “I don’t mind.”