Page 139 of SINS & Riley
Just in time to ship me off again.
“Pom.” Zver slides a hand into his pocket, his smile breaking through the stubble. Gorgeous enough to make me want to scream. “We were just waiting for you.”
My throat tightens, a sharp ache carving clean through my chest. The way knives in the back usually do.
Ugh. Stop looking at him like he’s a hot fudge sundae, Riley. He’s trying to get rid of you.
I cross my arms, heat rising up my neck and face. “Oh, I bet you were. Packed my suitcase already, I see.”
Dominic’s gaze flicks between us, shoulders sagging under the weight of whatever this is. It’s obvious he wants no part of it. “I’ll give you your privacy.”
He slips out, leaving me stranded in the wreckage.
Zver pulls out my chair, smooth as ever. Ah yes, the king of manners has arrived. The asshole of the year should be right behind him.
“We should talk.”
I sit, stiff-backed, every nerve stretched tight.
He takes the seat across from me, calm as a storm cloud, then lifts a slice of prosciutto and hovers it near my mouth. I want to tell him exactly where he can shove it.
But damn it, he knows my weakness. The holy trinity of savory, salty, and sweet.
And just because I eat it doesn’t mean I’m not pissed.
Besides, it’s not for me. It’s for the baby.
I bite, then inhale the whole thing as the thin meat cuts against the melon’s softness.
His eyes never blink. Never waver. They stay locked on me…
On my lips.
Finally, he says it.
“You’re leaving.”
The fury comes hot, mercifully drowning the ache.
I shove the food aside, my voice steady even though my chest shakes with it. “Oh, I’m not going anywhere.”
And definitely not for her. Whoever she is.
“Yes, you are.” His voice is calm, firm, cutting no room for argument. “Your new brother-in-law’s probably chomping at the bit to get his jet back. And your sister’s likely missing you.”
“She’s not,” I lie without blinking. “Because she’s coming here. She and Enzo.”
His mouth twists, the first crack in that unshakable control. “When?”
I don’t know. I’m making this up as I go. “Tomorrow.” Another lie.
One he sees through instantly. “Enzo’s jet is right here. At the airport.”
“He has another one,” I shoot back, waving it off because honestly, what billionaire doesn’t have a fleet parked in a hangar?
I tear into a croissant, flakes falling everywhere. “If you think you’re getting rid of me for her, think again.”
His smile edges up, slow and smug. “Since when did you become so possessive?”
