Page 60 of A Forgotten Promise

She flinches. Fuck, I’m such an asshole to her. But fuck, it’s not like she’s an angel.

“Well then, get out of here so I can get ready.” She stands up and stumbles.

I rush to her side and snake my arm around her waist. Her body is so light, I almost lift her off the floor with that one move. The lavender attacks me through the thick air of incense.

It’s like we’re back in my office; the want surges through my veins right into my cock. Fuck.

She blinks a few times and turns her large eyes to me. Even exhausted, she is a vision. Truly beautiful. The shadow of vulnerability softens her edges.

“What’s going on?” This time, my tone resembles a normal person, not the raging asshole she usually turns me into.

“Nothing. I just stood up too fast.” She pushes away and bumps into the nightstand.

What am I doing worrying about her? She’s a grown woman. “Okay.” I step away, confused by my feelings.

It’s like she stumbled, and my hatred for her softened. What the fuck?

Conflicted.

That’s how I feel, and I hate the feeling. I march to the door. The sooner I get out of here, the sooner I can reestablish the boundaries. Strengthen them. It must be the fucking incense that confused me.

“I hope you know how to cook.” I turn before I leave.

She frowns. “You have a chef.”

I groan. “Did you even read Betsy’s brief?”

“Of course I did. But isn’t the cooking together just staged?”

“We’re trying to fucking sell a story. We’re not going to do that with a plastic cauliflower. I’ll cook. Make sure you look pretty. That’s something you’re good at.”

Chapter 11

Saar

I hate my fiancé.

Cora

What’s new?

Lily

Isn’t he away?

He’s back (crying emoji)

Celeste

Just don’t kill him.

But if you do, I’ll help you hide the body.

You’re such a good friend.

Lily

Let’s start Corm Quinn fan club (laughing evil emoji).

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