Her eyes shift to the side, and she shrugs. “Not much.”
“Sinclair?” I warn. “Did someone do something to upset you?” The departing elevator as I arrived springs to mind. “Who was just here?”
“What makes you think someone was here?” she asks.
But she can’t hold my eyes for longer than a second. Alarm bells blare in my head.
“Was it your father? Sullivan?”
“Denver… it’s fine. Just come in.”
I stay rooted to the spot, my body expanding as I drag in a slow, deliberate breath to keep my cool. “Who the fuck made you cry, Sinclair?”
“No one.”
“Who was here?” I grit.
Her eyes pinch. “It doesn’t matter,” she whispers.
“Who?” I growl.
She falters, her eyes roaming over me, studying me. She knows I won’t let it drop until she tells me.
“Brad,” she says quietly. “But it’s fine. He didn’t upset me. It wasn’t?—”
I’m spinning on my heels, striding toward the elevators as she runs after me.
“Denver! Stop! He didn’t do anything, I swear!”
But her words hit my back as I barrel into the waiting car and punch the street level button so hard the display around it cracks.
“Stay here,” I bark as she catches up with me.
The last thing I see is her pale face as the doors slide closed.
The asshole is in the deserted lobby, texting on his phone with a smirk on his face as I fly out of the elevator. His eyes widen as he sees me storming toward him.
“You!” I hiss, jabbing a finger in his direction. “Don’t fucking move!”
He tucks his phone into his shorts pocket and does his best to puff out his chest like a prized jerk. My nose grazes his as I slam to a halt, all the blood in my body reaching boiling point.
“What did you do?” I snarl.
He takes a step back, and I take one forward, towering over the pathetic piece of shit as he looks like he’s about to piss himself.
“I…” He gulps. “Nothing. I never touched her. We just talked. She said she’s missed me.”
I grab him around the neck of his T-shirt, and he chokes out a rough gasp as I lift him onto his toes. “Lie to me again and I’ll rip out your fucking tongue.”
He pales. “You won’t.”
“Try me.” My lips curl as I tighten my grip on him. “I’ve never fucking liked you. The way you look at her. The way you try and put your filthy hands on her. Always chasing an opportunity to get that other inch in, hey?”
His eyes narrow. “You know about that? You know that I was her firs?—”
“You weren’t fucking anything!” I roar, moving us back until Brad’s back slams into the wall. “You werenothingto her. You are still nothing to her. And you never will be. You tried to take advantage of her when she was grieving.”
“Like you’re not abusing your position as herbodyguard?” He sneers the word. “You’re meant to work for her, not pine after her like a pathetic dog. She’s way out of your league.”
