Derek sat in his car, his fingers impatiently tapping the steering wheel. His gaze was glued to the burner phone in his hand. An hour had passed since he had sent a message to Christina, and yet, the screen remained stubbornly silent. He'd attempted to infiltrate the wedding venue, but the security was as impenetrable as a fortress. His name was on the blacklist, and the bouncers were under strict orders to discreetly remove him.
His fingers traced the rough edges of the cast encasing his hand, a painful reminder of his failed attempt to gain entry. A sigh of frustration slipped past his lips as the humiliating memory replayed in his mind. Adding salt to the wound was the image of a passionate kiss that was making rounds in the news. He was determined to deliver the news to Christina, to watch her world shatter. She deserved to suffer for bullying him.
