Page 141 of Possession

I let out a long, slow exhale. “I don’t want to discuss this anymore.”

But Vaughn won’t let this go. “So we just wait for Fabre to take another shot at you?”

“He won’t do that.”

Vaughn laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “And how the fuck do you know that, you arrogant bastard? You are not safe.”

I lean back, expression cool. “Last time I checked, I put you in charge of a whole-ass security company that’s going to make sure I stay safe.”

Vaughn’s jaw flexes. “Or you could simply tell the lovely Miss Taylor that you can’t oblige her this one thing.”

“I will not,” I smirk. “And maybe if you learned the fine art of couples negotiation, you’d still be married.”

The moment the words are out, the temperature in the room drops.

Vaughn goes completely still.

Christian winces.

And I know.

I fucked up.

Vaughn’s ex was a pure bitch, but he loved her, and I just hit a nerve.

Before I can say anything—before I can do the rare thing and apologize—Vaughn shakes his head, pushing off the desk.

“I’ll see you at the altar, fucker.”

His voice is flat, detached.

And then he’s gone.

I rub my temples, letting out another slow breath.

The door swings open five minutes later, and I don’t even bother looking up.

“If you’re here to bitch at me too, Lena, I swear to?—”

“Relax, big brother,” she says, flopping into the now-empty chair leather sofa. “I come in peace.”

I finally look at her, noticing the way she’s studying me.

“You look like shit.”

“Gee, thanks.”

She shrugs. “Just an observation.”

I sigh, rubbing my face. “You here for a reason?”

Lena leans forward, propping her chin in her palm. “Yeah. To remind you that you’re about to marry the love of your life and the mother of your child in, oh, I don’t know—two days?”

I grunt.

She smirks. “Wow. You soundsoexcited.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s not that.”

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