Page 155 of Sinful Games

LeRoy frowned. “That seems a bit late for such an important meeting.”

I let out a scoff, walking around my desk to escort him out. “Scarlett tends to roll out of bed around 2 p.m. To her, 4 p.m. is practically breakfast time.”

We reached the elevator, and I pressed the button.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” LeRoy said, adjusting his coat. “There was a woman waiting outside. She wanted to see you but left and asked me to tell you she needs to talk to you.”

I furrowed my brows. “A woman?”

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing his temples. “Wait, I forgot her name… Ah, got it! She said her name was Caia and that you’d know who she is.”

My heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down my spine.

Caia wanted to see me?

How the hell did she know I was in New York?

How did she find my office?

Thenit hit me hard.

If Caia is reaching out to me after all this time, something’s gone seriously wrong. Either she’s in deep shit, or she’s finally realized she can’t talk her way out of the hell she’s gotten herself into.

I hadn't slept a goddamn wink all night.

After LeRoy left, I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.

Caia came tomyoffice?

I knew I had to wait until the next day, not wanting to scare her off by dropping by her apartment unannounced, only for her to ask how the hell I found her.

But seriously, how did she find me? How did she even know I was in New York?

If this wasn't fate, then I didn't know what was.

I had to keep my head screwed on and not let my hopes go wild. Maybe she wanted me to sign divorce papers or, worse, tell me to fuck off for good.

Nyet.

She needed me.

I could feel it deep in my bones.

So, I took a leap of faith. I texted her from the number I found months ago, pushing through my fear and pain. I refused to let doubts hold me back and asked her to meet me at 6 p.m. in my office.

She didn’t respond, but I knew, down to my core, she’d show up.

"Alexsei, listen to me," Scarlett hissed through gritted teeth. "I don’t want another bodyguard!"

I sighed, tapping my pen against the sleek black marble table in Scarlett’s living room.

I knew she’d make this complicated. I called her two hours ago to let her know I found a new bodyguard for her, and of course, Miss Little Princess wasn’t thrilled.

"Scarlett, if you mess this up, I’ll have no choice but to take drastic measures," I warned, my tone icy. "Rehab or a convent—your pick. And I’m not fucking bluffing."

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "You wouldn’t dare."

The doorbell chimed, and I stood, adjusting my suit. "Don’t test me, Scarlett," I said quietly as I walked past her. "This is your last chance."

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