Nakedones.
I click on the first one and it fills the screen. It’s the one I sent him that first night during our phone call. I swipe across to the next one, the one I sent wearing his kutte. It’s followed by one I don’t recognise. I’m asleep in his bed, naked except for the sheet barely covering me, one of my breasts on full display, blissfully unaware my privacy is being violated, ignorant to the fact my trust for Killian is being broken with every click of his camera.
The realisation of what I’m learning sinks like a lead weight in my stomach. A part of me doesn’t want to believe it, but everything in front of me proves what I suspected.
He used me.
He’s been using me from the start and lying to me this whole time, pulling every single moment since the first time we met into question.
Was any of it real?
Was it all one big conspiracy?
Was it all a lie?
I can’t tear my eyes away from the photos staring up at me from the phone, a tear slipping down my cheek.
He was going to use them to blackmail my father, use them to get to my father and force him to back off from the club. Hell, he could use them against me if he wanted to. And I played right into his hands.
How did I not see it?
I’m such an idiot.
I was a fool to think that Killian Hunt could possibly love someone like me?
The shower turns off, reminding me where I am.
I climb out of bed and throw on a pair of leggings and a sweater before dragging my suitcase out from under the bed and toss it onto the mattress with a bounce. I cross the room and rummage through the closet and the drawers for my things, stuffing them into my case without bothering to fold them.
I’m too angry to care.
The bedroom door opens and I don’t bother to look up. In my periphery, I see him enter the room, a towel secured around his waist.
He stops just inside the doorway when he sees me packing. “What’s going on?”
I turn my back as I head for the dresser where various toiletries and makeup items sit. I scoop them into my arms against my chest.
“Baby, where you going? Why are you packing?” I don’t miss the panic in his voice, the confusion.
I drop my things into my case with a clatter before I pick up his phone and round the bed. I thrust it against his barechest still dripping with water with a slap. “Thisis why.”
He takes his phone from my hand and all the colour drains from his face as he takes in the photos. His hand tightens around his phone as his eyes lift to mine. “It’s not what you think.”
“Oh, really?” I fold my arms across my chest. “Well, according to the text Jett just sent you, Cruiser has something that’s going to crucify my father more than your photos could,” I paraphrase. “I didn’t mean to read your text, I thought it was my phone when I picked it up, but I think we’re beyond respecting privacy now, don’t you think?”
He runs a hand through his beard, his eyes turning heavy. “I’m sorry.”
“For what? Getting caught?Fuck you,Killian!”
He reaches for me but I put up my hand to stop him. I can’t even bring myself to look at him.
“Don’t. Don’t you dare fucking touch me,” I spit, my eyes burning with angry tears.
“Kaia, please. Just hear me out. I never wanted it to come to this. I was going to tell you.”
I bark a laugh. “Oh, really? When? You’ve had more than enough opportunities to come clean in between fucking me, but that was your plan all along wasn’t it? Fuck my father by fucking me, right?” I grab the last few of my belongings, throwing them into my suitcase.
“It wasn’t like that.”
