Page 171 of Kiss the Villain

I’m starting to suspect V knows exactly who I am, but like me, he probably prefers it this way.

After I get dressed, I sit at the kitchen counter, eating breakfast and playing with Moka.

When my phone vibrates, I grin, popping a strawberry in my mouth and grabbing it. IknewKayden couldn’t stay away.

But my smile vanishes the second I see the text is from an unknown number.

Unknown

Your PI is lying to you.

Attached is a video.

My ears ring as I click on it.

A mist of red clouds my vision as I watch a happy couple walking down the aisle, laughing as confetti falls around them and cheers erupt from the crowd.

The cheers are so loud, they rattle my bones like I’m hearing them from underground.

But I can’t tear my gaze away from the bride’s and groom’s glowing, blissful smiles.

I can’t look away from the tall stunning brunette and the tiny lily tattoo on her wrist—the same tattoo I’ve seen countless times before.

I can’t look away from Kayden and his wife.

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KAYDEN

“Kayden Lucas Davenport.”

I wince at Mom’s voice as I tap my pen on the desk. She only uses my full name when she’s mad.

And she’s almost never mad.

Leaning back in my campus office chair, I let my gaze wander to the neatly organized files in front of me. It’s impossible not to think about the last time I bent my little monster over this desk—his moans, groans, and the way he called my name in that hoarse, aroused voice he reserves just for me.

Only me.

The thought of anyone else seeing him like that, hearing him like that, makes my vision haze red.

But then again, I’ve already decided—there will be no one after me.

Never.

“Is it true?” Mom’s voice quivers, pulling me back. “Did you use my last name and go all the way to the UK for Cassandra?”

“It’s not what it seems,” I say, keeping my tone calm. “Is Mom Jina there?”

“I’m here, Kay,” Mom Jina replies, her tone gentler. “But I won’t interfere. Rachel wants the truth, and she deserves that. We both do.”

“There’s no truth, really,” I reply absently, glancing at my watch—the one Gareth got me. It’s the least expensive of the bunch, and I only wear it because he pouts when I don’t.

And when I do? That wide smile of his stabs me in the chest faster than one of his arrows.

“No truth?” Mom’s pacing. I can hear it in her voice. Fuck. That’s not good. “You said you needed time away from the pressure back home. That you wanted to escape Grant, the company, and the organization. You said you wanted to clear your head and be closer to us.”

“I did, Mom. I wanted to see you more, without Grant’s interference.”

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