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Stepping out of the Pilot, I hit the button for the elevator. I wish I could go to Chloe’s, but instead, I strip my clothes off and toss them directly into the washing machine.

Then, I’m in the shower.

When I finally climb into bed, the sun is just lighting the Las Vegas skyline. I set my alarm for four hours from now and close my eyes.

When I wake up, I will start putting Chloe’s life on the path she deserves. It will not be worse because I entered it, I’m determined to make her world better.

I really am turning into my brother Gris. But instead of being annoyed, I smile. Maybe after the job interview, she’ll let me fuck her.

It’s worth a try.

I might care about her future, but I still want to cover her in my cum.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

Chloe

My face doesn’t feelany better when I wake up, in fact, it feels worse.

Swollen and tight, I head to the bathroom, assessing the damage in the light of day. It’s bad.

I touch my cheek and wince, but still manage to brush my teeth before a knock sounds on my front door.

I already know it’s Killian. It’s close to ten in the morning. Leaving the bathroom, I head to the door.

“Chloe?” he calls from the other side.

“Coming,” I answer, as I cross the room to unlock and unchain the door.

Killian stands on the steps holding coffee and a bag of something that smells like egg sandwiches.

They smell amazing. “No bacon and on a soft biscuit,” he says, holding up the bag. “In case chewing is difficult.”

I can’t help it, my eyes well up with tears, because… “I still haven’t eaten the soup you brought.”

“That was for when I thought you were sick,” he waves his hand, entering the apartment. He moves to the kitchen to set down my coffee when he points to the empty container. “I think one of your roommates got to the soup first anyway.”

How dare they eat my soup. I let out a cry of indignation that makes my face throb and I lift my hand to cover the offending cheek.

Killian pulls me close. “I’ll get you more soup. Promise.”

I shake my head and then rest my forehead on his shoulder. “Thank you for the food.”

“You’re welcome. Now, eat up, so we can get you to your interview.”

I grimace, which hurts. “I don’t think I should interview today. This is not a good look…”

“Trust me, it’s a great look.”

“What’s that mean?”

Killian runs his fingers down my spine. “Preston did the same thing to Arabella Kincaid. The Kincaids hate him and the fact that he hurt you…”

I lift my head again, my skin prickling right along with my irritation. “I don’t want to get the job just because Preston hurt me.”

“You’ll get the job because you’re the best,” he says giving me a little squeeze. “You’ll probably get better pay because of what Preston did.”

My mouth falls open. “But?—”

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