I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 333

Natalie Watson stood still, her back to him, fingers curling a little as she tried to steady herself. After a moment, she took a deep breath and made her way to the restroom.

Dinner ended quietly. Natalie booked a driver, planning to drop Mike off at his hotel first. But Mike just shook his head, not moving toward the car.

“Thanks for dinner,” he said. “I think I’ll take some time to enjoy Cabinda’s night view.”

The neon lights lit up the sky in red, and the sea wasn’t far, just a couple of kilometers away.

Natalie smiled. “The nightlife here really is something. I’ll let you enjoy it, then. Call me if you need anything.” With that, she slid into the car.

Across the street, by the restaurant entrance, Alexander Ramirez glanced at the parked white Cayenne. He watched Natalie say a few words to Mike before getting into the car. Once the Cayenne pulled away, Mike wandered across the street, looking unhurried.

Alexander’s eyes lost some of their earlier sharpness. He almost seemed relaxed.

“Alex,” Camila White’s voice broke through, and she touched his arm.

He turned to her.

“I want to go see my dad,” she said quietly. “It’s been ages since I last saw him.”

Alexander checked his watch. “I have some things to do, so I can’t go with you. I’ll ask the driver to take you.”

Camila shook her head quickly. “Don’t worry about it. You should go handle your stuff. I can get a cab. It’s easy here.”

He studied her for a moment, as if deciding whether to insist.

Camila tried to act calm, even though she felt anything but.

“Alright. I’m heading out, then,” Alexander said. He didn’t show any emotion as he turned and walked toward his black Rolls-Royce.

Mike closed the distance between them and pulled her in close. “I’m not just here to talk, Mrs. Torres.”

“Let go. I’m not Mrs. Torres!” Camila twisted, trying to break free, but Mike steered her over to a parked car.

He opened the passenger door. “I know. You’re about to be Mrs. Ramirez. Thing is, I’m not happy with how our last deal ended. I want a deeper conversation. If you’re not interested, maybe Alexander would like to hear how you managed to get away from the Torres family all those years ago.”

Camila glared at him, her anger sharp and dangerous.

After a long, tense pause, she climbed into the passenger seat.

Mike’s smile widened. He shut her door, walked around, and got behind the wheel.

In no time, the car slipped away into the night.