Page 26 of Vicious Tycoon

“There’s no amends to be made, Bay.”

“How can you say that? You literally went to jail and rehab for me, and it could have been way worse had the judge made an example out of you. I’m damn surprised he didn’t.”

“You can thank my old man for that.”

“Yeah, I guess in this situation, it’s good to be an Aires.”

He ignored my statement, brushing the hair away from my face. “You look good.”

“You do too, given the bullshit I put you through these past few months.”

He lightly chuckled. “My therapist says it’s good for me.”

I smirked. “Oh man… you had to do therapy too?”

“An hour a day.”

My eyes widened. “That must have been super enlightening.”

“Let’s just say I learned way too much about this asshole.”

“You’re not an asshole.”

He shrugged. “Depends on who you’re asking.”

Trying to make light of the situation, I joked, “Did you have to bend over and cough in jail?”

“I’ll never tell.”

“Ugh!” I put my hands on my face. “Now I feel even worse. Were you someone’s bitch?”

He removed my hands from my face, stating, “You know I’d never be someone’s bitch, but they actually kept me in solitary confinement. Given who I am, they were worried I’d cause chaos.”

I grinned. “Too many women asking for your signature?”

He laughed. “Something like that.”

“At least you have street cred now.”

He eyed me up and down for a second.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No, tell me. What is it?”

Tapering his gaze at me, he asked, “If that night hadn’t happened?—”

“Which part?”

“The ending.”

“That was our ending?”

Once again ignoring my question, he asked, “Would you still be accepting the role?”

“Oh,” I breathed out. “You think I’m doing this out of pity for you?”

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