Girl. . .I know damn well Reo wouldn’t harm you.
More noise exploded.
Kenji’s whole body shifted. That calm, still surface cracked. His face snapped toward the door. Seething annoyance replaced the lust in his eyes.
I cleared my throat. “I metherin the hallway.”
His eyes flicked back to me and his voice went flat. “I’ve heard.”
And just like that, I knew she had definitely been yelling about me to Reo and anyone else who could hear at the door.
I studied his face. “I think you should talk to her. She sounds upset. And that’s not good for the babies. Maybe, you should call her in here. I think it’s time for us to meet.”
There it was again. That tight clench in his jaw. Even his hands flexed on the edge of the desk.
Next to him, Hiro pulled the lollipop from his mouth with a loud pop and raised a single brow.
Silence cracked through the war room.
And then I noticed it—three of the men I now recognized as Fangs subtly stepped back. Their posture changed. Less relaxed. Like they’d just heard something blasphemous and were waiting to see how this would play out.
That told me that I had clearly spoken out of turn. No matter how nicely I had worded the statement. . .Kenji probably was not used to being told what to do, especially in front of his men.
But I didn’t care.
Not one bit.
Because something in me—something petty, possessive, maybe even a little crazy—needed to see her and Kenji stand side by side so I could look at the both of them and decide for myself what wastrulygoing on.
You said she was just one of your spies that ended up being a one-night stand. Yet, she was sitting in the hallway like the queen of your world and calling me the maid. What’s really going on?
I had no plans to be involved in a goddamn love triangle. I wasn’t built for that. Not spiritually. Not emotionally. And sure as hell not sexually.
I didn’t care how beautiful she was, how many pearl-strapped slippers she wore, or how many babies might be swimming in her womb—I was not sharing the Dragon.
Not his body.
Not his attention.
Not his time.
Therefore, if I sensed even a drop of indecision from him about us meeting or even some inkling that he had feelings for her during our meeting, I would leave this island without a sound.
Not with a broken heart.
Not with tears.
Just bags packed and a quick escape.
I would not be competing with her or anyone else.
Not for his love.
Not for his respect.
Is this really not some sort of ex-girlfriend that is still in love with you? And have you told her about me?
Call it jealousy.
