“I love you, baby.” He lowered and kissed me again, not giving me a chance to respond—not that I would have. But the clear affection on his face and the softening of his brows caused my stomach to flip like crazy.
As soon as he pulled back, I crawled out of the bliss.
Stop being a coward.
“Will you take a look at what I have so far?”
He cocked his head. “For the exposé?”
A wide smile bloomed across his lips.
“I’d love to.”
Chapter 47
Walking into the lounge area was such an odd experience. My heart thundered, and I stared down at the white carpet. Weeks had gone by since I’d knelt there, begging for their help.
“Are you okay?” Kyan asked from behind me.
“I’m fine,” I huffed, crossing my arms. I was still butthurt over his notes on my article. A few minutes into my anger, I recognized he was right, but that made me even angrier.
He was right, but I didn’t want to admit it at this moment.
Sure, my rhetoric needed a little more background.
And sure, I did have a few run-on sentences. And maybe it did sound too personal, but . . . There were no buts; he was right.
Kyan had been walking on eggshells since I’d snapped at him to leave my room this morning after we’d fucked.
Then there was Sinclair. I shuffled over to the glass pane to look down at him.
Sinclair had been in a mood all morning. Doors slammed behind him with extra force; his silence, the scowl on his face, all of it made it very obvious about his mental state—the man was upset.
He sat at the bar, surrounded by a mess. Tables tipped over, chairs bent at odd angles, glasses on their sides.
Sinclair whipped his head up and looked directly at me, that sneer on his face. He raised the glass of amber liquid and tossed it back.
A woman approached him. She was dressed in simple, pink workout outfit, her hair loose and wavy, but from a distance, I couldn’t tell much more. Sinclair’s mouth moved like crazy.
Watching him talk to someone made me feel some type of way, and I hated it.
“Don’t go letting yourself overthink that he’s in any way interested in another woman.”
“I wasn’t,” I blurted, turning to him.
Kyan cupped my face, and I leaned into his touch.
A soft gasp filled the room.
“He can touch you now?”
“Elias,” I gasped.
Hope bloomed on his face, and he approached so quickly, it caused me to freeze. He reached for my hand. As soon as our skin touched, searing agony sliced through my veins, and my knees buckled. Kyan caught me, pulling me away from Elias.
He flinched, pulling back. I struggled to catch my breath.
“Oh.” In that single syllable, there was so much pain.
