Cyrus had already started walking toward the revolving door when Kyara got over her shock, and the truth of his words hit her for real.
“Cyrus, wait—”
Why...how...
“Wait!”
Kyara broke into a run, her only thought to stop Cyrus from leaving. She had to let him know that whatever it was he was thinking—he was wrong. Absolutely wrong.
“Cyrus, please stop!”
Her boss had nothing to do with their breakup—
Her throat locked in panic as Cyrus went through the revolving door, and she pushed through after him, the cold hitting her face hard. Cyrus was walking so, so fast. It was almost as if he really wanted to see how desperate she was to catch up to him—
“Cyrus, it’s not what you think, please justlistento me—”
He didn’t even look back. He got inside his car, and even though she knew he saw her reaching for the handle—
He didn’t care at all, and Kyara barely managed to stumble back a step so her hand wouldn’t get caught.
No. No. No.
All she could do was stand there on the sidewalk in the cold without her coat, watching the tail lights merge into traffic as her heart dropped to her stomach.
What...what had she done?
She just stood there for a long, long time, shock making her unaware that for some time now, she and Cyrus had their own audience.
And it was none other than Lyrius.
His limousine had just pulled out of the basement ramp when he saw her.
Kyara, looking heartbroken and desperate, as she ran after her ex-boyfriend like her life depended on it.
He saw it all happen.
The girl he loved, chasing the boy she desired.
Chapter 9
LYRIUS WAS ALREADYat his desk when the elevator chimed in the outer office, and she walked into the room. She had dark circles under her eyes, the kind that a girl could have either because of her heartbreak...or because she and Wallace had gotten back together, and so they had gotten back to doing what they had been apparently doing for the past three years, which was to kiss all the fucking—
Stop it, Havington!
Kyara came inside his office, greeting him in a tentative voice, and he acknowledged this with a clipped nod before proceeding to ignore her. This was how it should always be between them. Only an idiot would think otherwise, after what he had witnessed last night.
Kyara wanted to believe that her boss would go back to how he used to be sooner or later.
But she was wrong.
One hour went by. Then another and another. And not once did he glance her way, much less address her. And when they proceeded to one of the conference rooms to have their meeting, and she had to hand him a folder of documents, he simply took it without a word when in the past he would have at least murmured thanks and smiled at her even.
What followed was the longest forty minutes of her life, and when their meeting ended, she heard her boss ask Lara to have the revised figures ready by tomorrow. Why couldn’t he tell her himself when Kyara was right there?
Before she knew it, she was already blinking back tears, and Kyara quickly lowered her head so that no one would accidentally see, in case she ended up crying. She deliberatelyfell back a couple of steps as well, needing as much time as possible to regain her composure.
It’s going to be okay, Kyara. It’s going to be okay.
