Killian approached the car and pulled the door open. He stepped inside, taking a seat next to Ian.
"Did you get it?" Ian asked.
"Yes, sir." Killian handed a document to him.
Ian took it and flipped through the pages. It was the divorce document. He and Diana were going to make it quick and clean. The only real problem left now…was getting Stefanios Rassi to sign it.
The chauffeur drove off into the road.
"You're really going to go this far for this human?" Killian asked after a stretch of silence.
Ian smiled with his eyes closed. "I'll twist your mouth off, Killian. She has a name."
"Right, of course. My apologies, sir." Killian cleared his throat. "I'm just…saying. I mean, this has nothing to do with you."
"Doesn't it?" Ian shot back. "Last I checked, she's my mate."
"True. But I still don't feel right about getting involved with humans like this…"
Ian set the document aside. He crossed one leg over the other and turned his gaze to the window, a faint uncaring smile tugging at his lips.
"It's not the wisest choice, no. But I need my mate. If I don't show her that I can be very useful to her, she's not going to want me. And I need her to want me, Killian. I'm interested in no one else, I've never wanted anyone else."
Killian sighed, shaking his head slowly in resignation.
The gate to the compound opened and the chauffeur pulled in. Ian and Killian stepped out and made their way to the building, taking the elevator to head straight to the penthouse.
He beelined to the room that Diana was occupying, but when he stepped inside, he found her fast asleep on the bed and curled under the duvet.
That made him glance down at his wristwatch.
10:30 PM.
She seemed to have noticed him because she blinked her eyes open, waking up from her sleep.
Diana shifted on the bed, turning toward where he stood by the door. Her soft amber eyes caught his and she blew a stray strand of hair from her face.
"What are you doing there?" she asked sleepily.
Ian waved a hand at her, that teasing smile slipping onto his face as he flipped on the light switch.
"I brought this for you."
He walked over and gave the papers to her.
She sat up slowly and scanned through it. Though she didn't say anything, he caught the glint of relief in her eyes.
She wanted this—to get away from Stefanos Rassi.
She wanted out, of course she did. It wouldn't make sense for her to ever wish to stay with a man who enjoyed hurting her.
"Thank you," she muttered.
Diana was tough, stubborn, and hot-tempered, but she was always expressing her gratitude whenever he did gestures he deemed benign, like picking her from the rain, bringing her to his home, saving her from a crash, or now—getting a divorce paper faster for her.
His lips curved gently as his hand moved before he could stop it, brushing through her hair in a light ruffle.
Diana blinked, then quickly turned her gaze up at him. She didn't say a word, but her dark lashes batted frantically in that subtle way she always did when surprised.
"Mr. Basti—"
"My first name is not a curse, Diana," Ian said softly. His fingers trailed briefly down to her ear, rubbing gently before he turned around and walked out of the room.
She stared at the closed door for a long beat.
Slowly, she lifted her hand to her ear and her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Her gaze dropped back to the papers.
Tomorrow, she was going to get this over and done with.
As much as she hated to admit it, Ian Basti was right. What in the world was she still doing with a man like Stefanos?
Her father didn't even love her anyway. For once, she had to think of herself and only herself. Just this once—to save herself.
Diana set the documents aside and was just about to lie back down when her phone rang.
She glanced at the screen. It was her father.
He'd been calling for the past three days, and she'd ignored every one of them to avoid him. She had no intention of hearing whatever he had to say. She was pissed at him.
Even if he wasn't so fond of her, how could he side with a man whom he knew was hurting her and belittle her pain? It was the lowest he'd ever gone.
The phone stopped ringing and she thought that was the end of it.
But it began ringing again, prompting a sigh from her. It wouldn't hurt to find out what he wanted from her, so she answered this time around.
[DIANA!]
She stayed quiet.
[Come back home right now]
"Weren't you the one who said you didn't want to see my face? Not in my house or yours?"
[Fine. I need you to come home]
"Why?"
[Stefanos wants to talk to you. He wants to see you at his house]
"What?"
[Yes. So I need you to come home. Go and hear him out]
"What does he want?" she asked, brows drawing together. The idea of seeing Stefanos alone at his own house was giving her a very bad feeling. She didn't want to go. "The restaurant is more than fine."
[He's your husband, Diana. Go and see him. Wouldn't you want all these to end? All these problems going on now? This is an opportunity for you to fix your relationship with him]
Her eyes fell on the divorce documents beside her.
Fix what relationship?
The dead, hell of a relationship she barely survived a year of?
She'd already made up her mind on divorcing him. This was her only chance to get away from that hell hole—to never have to see his face anymore. She was done.
[Diana]
"Fine," she said quietly. "I'll go see him."
There was no harm in going anyway. This will all make things easier for her—giving him the papers in person. Talk. End it. Walk away. Let him sign whenever he wanted to.
[Good. Don't be late. He's a busy man and you know that. Goodbye]
"Good—"
The line went dead.
Diana lowered the phone and stared at the screen for a moment. She took a breath and looked at the papers again.
Tomorrow, she was going to put an end to all this. Once and for all.