"What? Have kinks? You do. You loved what I did, you loved the bets, you loved letting me give you commands. Every single thing as Alex or Enzo, you fucking loved."
She swallows but doesn't answer.
"No matter what you might think right now, you've always been in my heart." I say the words, and I mean them.
The exact how isn't important, is it? She's there.
And she belongs to me.
"Enzo..."
"Please, think about that. Because I'll give you space. Your own floor if you want, at my place."
"No—"
"I'm protecting you because I care."
As she turns to stare out the window, I hope like hell that some of what I just said sinks in...
Chapter Seven
LOLA
I'm in his heart.
I'm in his heart?
Maybe, as a friend, someone he's always known. Someone, I guess, he cares about.
And it should make me feel better, make me soft.
It doesn't.
It's something people say to try to make someone else do their bidding, to win them over. But I'm not a prize to be won at a fair.
Besides, being in his heart is...what?
He didn't say love, not that I'd believe that. I don't even care that I've known him all my life. Back then, he was a boy, a teen, not a man, and me being in his heart means he saw me like a sister.
I get on the bed in the spacious suite, which even has its own sitting room attached, and hug a pillow to my roiling stomach.
Sister?
Gross.
I know his sister, and I'm not that.
I just mean someone he cares for because he's always known me.
"Yes, but something changed when he pretended to be Alex."
Intimacy. Freedom to talk worked both ways, as I had no idea who he was, and he knew that.
The sex...
Is just sex.
Wasjust sex.
