Page 119 of Unsuitable

“Let me know when you’re ready to film,” I tell him, eyes fixed on the pommel horse.

He doesn’t respond, so I glance over to him, and something in his expression makes my heart pause.

He’s staring down at my phone. Confusion and anger and pain are all clearly etched on his face.

What’s wrong with him?

Then, a thought slams into my brain.

Oh, fuck…no…

Twenty-Seven

I’m moving quickly toward Kas.

He seems to sense my approach, and I watch with bated breath while his eyes lift slowly to mine.

And then our eyes meet and hold, and I see it there in his agonized eyes.

He’s seen it.

The picture of Haley. It was still in my phone.

Why the hell didn’t I delete it? I’m so fucking stupid.

I stop a few feet away, unsure of what to do. “Kas,” I say his name softly, tentatively.

“Why…” He pauses.

I see his jaw work angrily. His body is locked up tight, like he’s fighting to control himself.

A chill runs through me. I wrap my arms around myself.

“Why do you have this in your phone?” His voice is like granite. He lifts the phone to me.

The photo I took of Haley’s picture is there for me to see.

I pale. “I-I can explain.”

“Then, fucking explain!” he roars.

I jump back a step.

I’ve seen Kas angry before, but this is a whole new level of anger. He’s livid. And he has a right to be.

“I-I…” I can’t stop the stammer. My whole body is trembling with nerves. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “I found the picture—by accident. It was last week after we kissed in the club and argued about it. After I left you, I went upstairs and started stripping your bed. I knocked over a glass of water on the nightstand. I cleaned it up with a towel and saw the top drawer was open slightly. I was worried water had gotten inside. I saw the picture in there. And I…” I helplessly lift my shoulders.

“You saw the photograph,” he says, his tone low and deadly. “It doesn’t explain to me why the fuck you have a picture of it in your phone.”

My eyes fill with tears. I’ve fucked up so very badly.

“I don’t know.” My lips tremble. “I was just curious…and jealous, and I—”

“Jealous?” he yells, making me jump again. “Why the fuck would you be jealous?”

“I…she—I mean, Haley—”

“You know her name.” His voice is quiet but dangerous.