Dominic
“Nova.” Aaron called after me. He jogged to catch up when I didn’t stop or answer.
Thankfully, the elevator was already up here, and the doors opened when I pressed the button. Aaron stepped inside after me.
“Don’t bother,” I told him. “Stay and wait for your food. I hear they cook the lobster here superbly,” I said snarkily, referencing his own words.
He fisted his hands at his sides. The second the elevator doors were closed, he said, “Thank you for not making a scene in the restaurant.”
“Seriously?” I yelled. “You completely humiliated me in public, but you’re just grateful I didn’t further ruin your image?”
He turned to face me, his expression twisting with sorrow and frustration. “You don’t understand what kind of pressure I’m under.”
“What kind of pressure you’re unde
