I exhale, attempting to calm my nerves, but who am I kidding? There’s a hurricane inside me, terrified and apprehensive as fuck to learn how the love of my life has changed over the last years.
Ao stares at me like I’m some madman, but I don’t care because my heartbeat is drumming in my chest. Hundreds of thoughts and questions swarm my head. I’m scared to find things out I’d rather not know of, but I need to figure out what I missed.
I click on the file and start reading its content. Every detail of his life from the past years is engraved on these documents. I bite my lip, rocking it between my teeth and chewing on it like gum.
Wow, Linda is the boss of finding intel on people. Maybe she was a spy in her past life?
Aoi moved back with Jason after his hospitalization. Wait, what? He was hospitalized the day I left. But for him to even consider going to a hospital, it had to have been serious. The document omits the cause, which has to have been Bellami’s doing.
Aoi and his demonic uncle lived together for a year during which he continued working his part-time job, and graduated his Masters with honors. Well, that’s unsurprising coming from one of the most hardworking people I know.
Afterwards, he signed with RTStar for a six-book deal. Holy shit, six at once? He then moved to New York with that demon, but it seems as though he was rarely at home and spent an awful lot of time in hotels.
Wait a damn second.
We’ve been in the same city forfive years, and we never bumped into each other?
Is the universe fucking with me?
I slam my palm on the desk, which startles Ao, and I mutter an apology. I can’t stop grinning at how Jason must have been pissed that Aoi always stayed so far away from him.
In your fucking face, bastard.
I resume reading.
Aoi graduated easily and published fifteen global bestsellers over the years. My jaw drops at the next sentence. Aoi’s rolling in money with a global network of fifty million dollars?!
Damn, I knew he had it in him.
He never let me read his work back in the day, but for him to be a multi-millionaire after fifteen books means he’s a literary genius.
I read the next sentence and cuss out loud. Rachel Smith. His girlfriend. Fuck me. He’s with a woman? My Aoi is dating this bimbo? Okay, not a bimbo but a very pretty Barbie-type of woman. Still, what the fuck? There’s no fucking way. He’s never shown any interest in women, and especially not Barbies like Rachel.
The rest of the file merely informs me about his promiscuity, which must be Bell’s way of trying to turn me away from him. But when two souls are tied like ours, there is no way to break us apart.
My heart is his.
Nothing will change that.
Aoi doesn’t shy away from hooking up with strangers. But not with a single woman. Only with men. I don’t understand. If he’s dating a woman, then why does he only hook up with men?
Whatever. The fucking problem is that he’s dating someone. Who is she? An actress? Why is he withher?
He slept around until he started dating her. After that, he kept a low profile, but he was spotted with a man two days ago. They cameout of a gay bar and left together. I don’t know what to think. Aoi’s dating a woman whom he’s cheating on with an unknown man.
Fuck.
Was I just a random fuck, too? A way for him to indulge in his desires without caring about how I might feel?
Where did Linda even find all of this? I can’t believe she could pull out such a detailed and up-to-date sheet ofinformation on Aoi in such a narrow time frame.
This was Bellami. It can only be him. That fucking asshole has been keeping tabs on him for years and had the audacity to hide it from me.
Just wait until I catch you, you piece of shit.
I shake my head and groan loudly. I skim over the report for the pen name under which Aoi writes, because if he’s writing under his real name, there’s no way I haven’t found out yet.
Devon Reid
