“I wasn’t going to let it get that far,” I mutter.
“So, you wanted to go to the police and have him arrested before you told me?”
Well, if he says it like that, of course it sounds stupid. “I thought, if we broke up, at least your life would be safe and then I could figure out the rest, somehow get rid of your father. And when I managed that, I would’ve told you what happened, and I would’ve prayed you’d understand.”
“But they didn’t believe you,” he states, though his voice hides a hint of a question.
“Why would they? I showed up at the police stationdrunk, then told them your father threatened to have you murdered. Mind you, the father who nobody even knowsisyour father. So basically, I accused a man of wanting to murder you and they brushed it off as a drunk man from a rival company wanting revenge.”
I showed updrunk… I haven’t had a single drop of alcohol in years, but apparently, breaking up with the love of my life made me lose every functioning brain cell.
“Well, I believe you,” he says.
Somewhat of a smile creeps up onto my face, but it’s not the same as it used to be. “That’s not enough, Grey.”
“It’s Grey Davis to you.”
I tilt my head up to the ceiling, blowing out some air like it would somehow push out all of the bad things in my life. When my eyes settle on him again, I find myself smiling a bit more. “Is that so, Grey Davis?”
Grey slowly gets closer to me. Not by a lot, but it still feels like even that inch broke down whole galaxies between us. “That is very much so.”
My eyes move down to his lips but jump back up instantly.I cannot go there. “I’m sorry you had to come here and take care of me.”
Grey looks at me, his eyes soft and far from mad. “I didn’thaveto be here, Iwantedto be here, Luan. You broke your sobriety, baby... I wasn’t going to allow you to fall back into that hole you won’t come out of again. In addition to that, I don’t let people break up with me.”
A soft smirk pulls on my mouth when I say, “If you’re in love with me, Grey Davis, you can just say it.”
Grey chuckles, then lays his okay hand on the back of my neck and pulls me right to him until his lips touch mine.
My heart explodes at the contact. Every bad thing from the past weeks just leaves me like nothing ever happened. This one kiss, one stupid kiss makes me feel like I’m on cloud nine again.
“I still don’t answer to that, Luan Hayes,” he whispers and leans his forehead against mine. “We’ll find a way to make this right. I just don’t know how yet.”
“I love—”
“We need proof of some sort, otherwise nobody would ever believe us. And you’re right, me believing you isn’t enough, but it’s a start.” Oh, well, glad to know he likes to hear me out first.
Grey straightens his back, allowing me to continue to hold his hand. I play with his fingers while I let him think.
“Whatexactlydid he say to you?”
“Uh…” I’m good at memorizing things, I just need a second to remember. “Nobody would believe I would ever try to harm my son, that I’d go to these lengths.Andleave Grey and he’ll stay alive.”
Grey turns his head to look out of my window, and I know the second his eyes lay on the mansion he grew up in because his dark eyes go completely black with anger. “The police don’t know I’m his son.”
Well, they did laugh and say the public would know if Li Ji-Hoon’s son was a world-wide known ice hockey player. “Nope.”
Grey’s head bobs. “So, if I throw out a statement, make my association with Li Co. and its CEO public… Internet users will already draw their conclusions as soon as they dig deeper. My father’s homophobic interviews are easily found, and knowing his very own son is dating a man—”
“Baby, that’s a start, but it won’t do much,” I interrupt. “Random internet users and hockey fans won’t be able to convince the police that the man who raised you now wants to murder you.” There’s nothing we can do. “Unless you know someone with the ability to get whatever they want, make everything possible, nothing’s going to change.”
Grey snaps his fingers. “Storm.”
“What?” I’m pretty sure it’s sunny outside, but I check anyway. I look out of the window and nope, not a single cloud in the sky.
“Not the weather.” He jumps off the bed and walks out of my bedroom, I run after him. “Atlas Storm,” he says like I’m supposed to know who that is.
Grey grabs his phone—oh, I see he got a new one—from the coffee table in the living room, scrolling through it.
