Page 28 of Off Limits Mogul

Larkin shoots another measured glance in my direction. “Everything okay?”

“It was until a few hours ago.”

“Weren’t you picking up your best friend’s little sister from the airport?”

“Mission accomplished. The package was safely delivered to my home.”And now peace of mind is a thing of the past.

Larkin nods a few times before speaking. “You’re kidding yourself and you’re wasting your time, you know that?” he says.

I knit my eyebrows in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“If a woman has you by the balls, expensive whiskey and casual fucks won’t do shit.”

Thanks, Keira, for cock blocking me.

Chapter 8

Keira

And the Oscar for the biggest idiot and most ungrateful person on the planet goes to Keira Weatherly.

My tired eyes are wide open, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as I ponder on the many ways I royally fucked up.

There are a number of things I regret in life.

Insulting Rhys after his warm welcome tops the list.

Contrary to our last major blowout three years ago, I had the decency to avoid dragging a sensitive and personal issue into the matter. Sex is just sex for Rhys.

Propping my face in my hands, I groan.

There I go again.

I pull my short hair in frustration.

It’s easier to believe my mouth ran away from me last night, but if I’m honest with myself, I wanted him to feel the sting. His bewildered expression suggested I might’ve hit the jugular with my words.

Now, I hate myself.

I really, really hate myself.

Even after a restless night, guilt lingers like a bad hangover.

I extended an olive branch, but Rhys didn’t respond to my text message.

I don’t blame him.

Too little. Too late.

I tried to wait up for him, but my jetlagged body gave in to exhaustion.

What time is it?

I look at the clock on the bedside table.

Seven a.m.

I sigh, fling the covers off my body and sit up.