Page 54 of The Passion

“Oh my God, stop sulking and thinking with your dick. Felisha needs a reason to be visiting the apartment, and if you by chance get caught there, you are just visiting me. But it won’t work if Harper isn’t living there. Seriously, sometimes I wonder how we are brothers.” Forrest shakes his head, and I can tell it is irritating Flynn more.

“Don’t be a twat,” Flynn grumbles.

“Well, that is more gracious than I expected,” Forrest replies, and it just makes it worse.

The more I think about it, the more I see it could work if we were careful.

“I would have to ask Harper. I can’t expect her to turn her life upside down just for me. She is already too far buried in this drama.” I know she will say yes, but I don’t want her to feel pressured. “And I will pay for anything that needs paying. This is my mess.”

Forrest shakes his head. “I don’t know her, but by the sounds of what she has already done to help you, this is a piece of cake. I mean, sorting out a fake passport and getting you out of your apartment that night the video released, undetected, tells me shehas your back and is more than just your employee.” He leans back into his chair more comfortably now, as he is confident that we might have found part of a solution to appease his brother. I think Forrest understands what I’m trying to say about the issue of being together and has a more level head.

Flynn sighs. “She’ll do it. She loves you. I have enough text messages from her to show me how important you are to her and what she will do to me if I hurt you. Sadly, I’m not the one she needs to play bulldog with.”

I try not to laugh at what Flynn’s saying, imagining what Harper has said to him. I know I keep saying Flynn is the only one in my corner, but really, I have two people. Harper has been there from the beginning, but it is a different kind of comfort than I feel from the man sitting agitated across from me right now.

For Flynn, he is so full of emotions, good and bad, and I understand that too.

Flynn just wants to protect me.

Forrest wants to protect Flynn.

And I just want to protect everyone. Including myself.

I know I want to be with Flynn, but I need to take this slowly. I can’t give my heart away to him. Not yet, anyway. There is too much happening around us to know if this is truly real. Or is it just an attraction because we are in this together?

Have I got a bit of a savior complex?

But all it takes is one look at him and the way his eyes light up, although full of frustration; there’s something else there.

And if I’m honest with myself, I know I feel it too.

I fell that first night in my hotel room but have been too busy denying it all this time.

My heart is something I have held sacred for so long, and even though I could have fallen for Fulton Anderson, with all his smooth talk and the way he treated me, it just didn’t feel right.

He wasn’t Flynn, and it seems he’s the only man my heart is prepared to take a risk on.

I just have to get my head on board too.

“Okay, it’s a start. I’ll talk to her when we land and then go from there.” Standing from my seat, I walk over to Flynn, standing between his legs to lean down and kiss his pouty lips.

“But remember, it can’t be all the time. Only when you get desperate to see me.”

Looking up at me, finally a half-smile is starting to creep on his lips. “So, every night. Pack your bags, Forrest, you are moving into my apartment,” Flynn grumbles and then, grabbing my face in his hands, he drags my face to him and kisses me hard.

I don’t know what will be harder, pretending with my father that I don’t know his secrets, or keeping away from Flynn.

Why are the men in my life so painful!

Chapter Twelve

FELISHA

“Ican’t believe you had to ask me if I would move into a penthouse apartment in the same building as the quiet, serious, and sexy-as-fuck Mr. Taylor,” Harper comments while sipping on her second glass of champagne, lazing back on the beautiful cream leather sofa of her temporary accommodation. Luckily it came fully furnished, so she just moved straight in, and we are busy planning a bathroom renovation for her actual apartment.

“Be careful which Mr. Taylor you are referring to. We might be friends, but I’m definitely not into sharing.” I laugh for what feels like the first time in a while.

“Oh, you can have Mister Confident. I’m just sitting back admiring the poker-faced brother who looks so deep in thought that I wouldn’t mind having him concentrate that hard on me for a while,” Harper replies over the rim of her champagne flute.

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