Every draft she’d typed but never sent rested in her phone like a perfect calendar of her growth from gullible daughter to fierce opponent.
Every single message she’d typed tohim—to the man she knew as Kite—further showed the truth of who she really was.
Her emails had been nothing but work related.
Her brother nothing but demanding and dominant.
Her father nothing but pleading and clinging.
But Kite...
He brought out the best in Nila. And I brought out the fucking worst.
I shook my head, unable to stop the chuckle breaking through my lips. Why hadn’t I seen it? Why hadn’t I understood it before now? I was a fucking idiot.
Nila crossed her arms, glaring pure death. “Are you done laughing at my personal life?”
I stopped chuckling, embracing vacancy once again. “What makes you think I’m laughingatyou, Ms. Weaver?”
The moment I spoke her name, the fight, the intoxicating addictive need to battle with her broke free from the prison inside.
Goddammit, it seemed the only time I could be free was to stay away from her. But the only time I was alive was to provoke and drink in her kitten-like wrath like an elixir of life.
Fuck, I’m screwed.
For the first time, I acknowledged it. Not with hatred or fear or frustration—just accepted that Nila Weaver was a force I couldn’t control, and as much as I would like to deny it, she had a power over me.
Jasmine had seen it.
That was what my sister meant.
But I’d been too much of an arsehole to listen.
Tomorrow, you’re going back to your sister and talking this through.
I needed answers. And she was the only one who I trusted enough to give me unbiased, pure direction. We were the black sheep of the Hawk family, and for that one reason, we’d become close. Kes was my best friend—until recently, of course—but my sister was my rescuer.
Not that my father knew, or even my grandmother, who kept Jasmine far away from us men and our contamination.
No one knew the bond my sister and I shared.
Just like no one knew the bond Nila and I shared.
Both were secret.
And both meant more to me than any other relationship I’d ever had.
Shit.
Running a hand through my hair, I placed her phone on my desk.
Nila never took her gaze from the device. “You seem to laugh at everything I do, so it’s only rational to think my messages entertained you to no end.”
I had to do what I came in here to do before I lost all focus and allowed Nila to drag forth everything I’d worked so hard to swallow.
I murmured, “You’re tempting destruction, Ms. Weaver.” My breathing turned shallow as I moved around the desk and captured the ends of her long hair, twirling them around my fingertips.
There was something about her hair. Something that called to the feral part of me that wanted the strands on my cock as she sucked me, or better yet, stuck to my sweaty chest after I’d come deep inside her.
