Page 49 of Give Me Perfect Love

I stare at him. Is he serious?

“We said we wouldn’t do that,” I remind him.

“Do what?”

“Keep things from one another.”

He crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m not keeping anything from you.”

I scoff and look him up and down. “Clearly.”

He stands emotionless, and I almost forgot how good he is at hiding.

But he forgot who he’s talking to. We’re just alike and I can see right through him.

But I can also tell he isn’t going to reveal his little secrets. So, for now I’ll have to let it go, knowing if he wants this relationship to continue, eventually he will have to tell me everything.

“Let’s talk about something else then. The girl who was on top of you at that party house.” I lift my chin at him. “Who was she?”

He scoffs. “Did you wake up wanting to fight? Was making me food just a ploy before you dropped all this shit on me?”

“No, I didn’t. I woke up needing some answers.”

He laughs once. “You’ve gone your whole life without answers, K. Don’t act like now that you’ve gotten a few you have to have them all.”

My mouth opens as I draw in a quick breath. Hurt swarms in my chest like a flock of blackbirds.

That stung.

I swallow. “You’re right. Who am I to receive any more than I’ve already gotten? I guess I deserved to be clueless my whole life.” I reach over and grab my cell that I left down here last night before turning for the door.

Fuck him.

He wants to be an asshole to me—well, I won’t stick around for it.

“Kat, wait. I didn’t mean that.”

I don’t respond, opening the door before slamming it shut behind me. I quick-press the button on the elevator, wanting to get out of here and go home.

Just as the doors slide to let me in, his door opens behind me.

“K,” he says, but I step inside the elevator, giving him an eat shit look before the golden brass cuts us off.

I hear him yell, “Fuck.”

He can yell all he wants. It wasn’t too much of me to ask a few simple questions. I mean, how would he feel if he walked in and a guy was lying on top of me? No doubt, he would flip his shit. Once I hit the bottom floor, I walk across the marble lobby to the revolving doors and in walks Lou.

Shit.

“Kat! Good morning!” She smiles, and I can’t help but give a closed smile in return. I’m not mad at her; I’m mad at her asshole nephew. She defrosts some of the ice forming around my ribcage and insists on a hug.

“I’m so glad to see you.” But then she looks over my face. “Oh boy.” Her eyes bounce up to the ceiling. “What did he do?”

I smirk. I’m not talking to her about our arguments. I don’t know her well enough yet. But it’s cute how she just assumes it’s him. She’s right.

I shake my head. “Nothing. I’ve just got to get home so I can hurry to the shop.”

She looks at me skeptically. “Mmm-hmm. Well, I’m headed up now. I’m sure I’ll find him in a mood. Have a good day, Kat. Glad to see you. That boy’s been a walking disaster.”

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