All Chapters of Men Are Prada Shoes: Chapter 71 - Chapter 76

VINCENTWatching her pull away from my hold, only to walk straight into another man’s arms, made me see fucking red.It was the kind of rage that made my blood boil and my fingers itch to do something reckless.Hell, the anger I felt right now didn’t even compare to what I had felt when that bastard shoved Vera in high school. Back then, I had nearly beaten the guy to a pulp for daring to lay a hand on her. But this?This was different.This was Alina willingly walking into another man’s arms, allowing him to hold her as though he had every right to touch her.And the worst part?She looked comfortable there.My jaw tightened so hard I felt a dull ache shoot through it, and I curled my fingers into fists at my sides.“I think he likes her,” Jonah muttered from the driver’s seat, glancing at me through the rear-view mirror.I slowly turned my head towards him. “Do you want to shut the fuck up before I shut it for you?”He raised his brows, looking entirely too amused for a man who valu

VINCENTRubbing my jaw in frustration, I climbed back into the car and slammed the door shut behind me.“What the hell happened between her and Elena?”Jonah glanced at me briefly through the rear-view mirror before pulling out of the driveway. “I’m not entirely sure what they discussed, but I didn’t intervene because Ms. Voss seemed to have everything under control.”“I don’t give a damn whether she has it under control or not,” I snapped, my fingers tightening against my thigh. “In the future, if she looks uncomfortable around anyone, I want you to fucking intervene. Don’t stand there watching and wait until she gets so frustrated that she breaks a goddamn glass with her bare hands before you decide to do something.”“Yes, boss.”“Take me to Elena’s house.”Jonah nodded, and silence settled over the car as we drove through the streets. I turned towards the window, watching the passing buildings without paying much attention to them.After a few minutes, Jonah spoke again.“I think w

VINCENTUnable to sleep and with work piling up, I reached for the document on the left side of the table and opened it. I might as well review the project since sleep seemed determined to elude me tonight.Halfway through the document, I felt an inexplicable urge to call Alina. I ignored it at first, forcing my attention back to the pages in my hand. However, less than ten seconds after picking up the document again, my gaze drifted towards my cellphone.Fuck.With a sigh, I reached for my phone, ready to call her. But the moment I glanced at the screen and saw that it was past three in the morning, I changed my mind. As much as I wanted to hear her voice, waking her up at this hour isn’t right.I could always stop by her place in the morning. Her pop-up event was tomorrow, and she needed all the rest she could get before the busy day ahead.Setting the phone facedown on the desk, I turned my attention back to the file and my MacBook, determined to get some work done.An hour later,