“Where?” Rowan demands.
We were all there to witness the Monroe shit. All watched as the billionaire fell in love with the scholarship student. And then she disappeared. Jameson has never been the same since.
Jameson’s eyes meet mine. “Remember the hotel I was looking to buy?”
I nod, “The one in Brooklyn?”
He gets this funny look. “Yeah. Long story short. She was there. Can you fucking believe it? A maid. In the hotel I’m buying.” He chokes out, his voice filled with emotion. “She was right under my nose.”
“What happened? Did you confront her?” Nathanial asks.
Before Jameson opens his mouth to respond, Anais storms into her brother’s apartment like a whirlwind, her lilac eyes blazing. I freeze.
“Anais?” Harrison asks, confused.
“Boys only?” she screams, eyes locking on me.
This is it.
The moment my indiscretions are revealed.
My heart hammers in my chest. One beat. Two. Three.
“Anais,” I warn, knowing she’s about to expose our relationship to the one person I never wanted to find out about us.
“What the fuck is going on?” Harrison barks, but I don’t pay him any mind.
Anais stomps to the table, and I catch a flicker of amusement in Nathanial’s eyes. Fucker’s enjoying every second of this. I swear the bastard thrives on drama. She stops in front of us, her challenging gaze locked on me. Without breaking her stare, she sweeps her arm across the table. Drinks, cigars, poker chips, and cards go flying, crashing to the floor.
Chairs scrape against the tiled floor as my friends jump away, trying to avoid the mess. But I stay seated, watching the brat with indifference, waiting for what she’ll do next.
Her chest heaves with each furious intake of air, and her usual poise is nowhere to be seen. Right now, Anais is out of control, and every bit of her anger – which is deserved – is aimed at me. The pang in my chest is painful as I watch her.
But like a car wreck, I can’t look away from the beautiful girl with fire in her lilac eyes.
The one who’s clawed her way under my skin and made herself a home.
The one… I just might be in love with.
Chapter 42
Anais
Ihave officially lost my damn mind. It’s the only explanation for why I showed up here.
But the events that brought me to my brother’s apartment, crashing their stupid boys’ night, were the final straw. My anger snapped the second I saw tagged pictures on social media by some random girls. I was out of my door before I even realized what I was doing.
Evan fucking dismissed me in his office like I was nothing. Sure, I acted like nothing was different, as if he didn’t walk away from me at the Rothmans’ party, but I wanted him to acknowledge things had changed between us. The fucking coward is scared of his feelings, and now he’s pushing me away. I’m not going to let him do this. Not anymore. Screw my brother. Screw Evan. I am done being his dirty little secret.
“What the fuck, Anais?” My brother is the first to speak, but I don’t look at him.
I keep my gaze trained on the man breaking my heart.
Evan cocks his head, his jaw clenched, as he leans back in that stupid leather chair as if he is getting ready for a show. Fine. If he wants a performance. He’ll fucking get one.
“What the fuck is going on?” Harrison demands, “If someone doesn’t start talking, right the fuck now…”
Evan finally looks away and my heart squeezes in my chest. I follow his line of sight, watching my brother’s suspicious gaze bounce between us.
