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Thomas: What’s the name?

I’d already snuck a look in Haven’s phone to find the answer to this question. Along with the law office name and his address.

Cyrus: Charles McMillian III. He’s a lawyer in New York. I want it as fast as you can get it. Bonus pay if you get a video of him having sex.

Thomas: You really don’t like this guy.

Cyrus: He’s messing with someone I care about.

Thomas: Consider it done.

There is something off about this entire engagement. I cheated on every girl I ever dated. It takes a player to spot one. I may not be the same guy I once was, but I’ll bet my fucking life that he is fucking someone else, and I’m going to prove it.

chapter

twenty-two

“There’s a gravity between us that doesn’t pull—it drags. And it never lets go.” – Haven

HAVEN

The concert last night went off without any issues. But I can’t help staring at Cy and watching every little twitch of his finger.

I really have no interest in going to dinner with my father and Anita, but here I am sitting in the back of a limo with Cy on the way to the restaurant. It’s silent save for the low hum of the engine and the storm of unspoken things between us.

Cyrus is beside me, all sexy angles and restrained energy. His leg is bouncing, brushing mine with an intensity that makes the sexual tension radiate off him as steady as a desert heat.

Every bump in the road feels like a spark, and when our knees press together for those brief moments, I have to look away. We are alone, but neither of us moves to another seat. I know I should, yet here I am.

I stare out the tinted window, trying not to look at his reflection in the glass. I try not to remember how I feel when he touches me, or to think about how every time he is near, my world teeters on a ledge with large, spiky rocks below.

“Don’t look so nervous,” he whispers, right next to my ear.

I jump, my body heating. I didn’t notice him moving closer, but now every spot where his body touches mine is amplified.

“I’m not nervous,” I lie.

“You are. You always twist the hem of whatever you’re wearing when you’re trying not to scream,” he says.

I glance down and then stop my traitorous hands from doing exactly that.

“And you always act like you know everything,” I snap back.

He chuckles under his breath. I dare to look at him, and there, shining in his eyes, is the dark I remember. The difference…before it was just cruelty staring back. Now, it’s mixed with desire that stops the breath in my chest.

“Only when it comes to you,” he answers softly.

I shiver and look away.

God, why is there no switch for me to turn this…this…chemistry between us off? I don’t want it. A voice in the back of my mind calls me a liar, but I ignore that asshole.

“Fuck, you smell incredible,” Cy says, his nose touching my throat right over my pulse.

I squeeze my thighs together, but I can feel myself caving. That’s it. I’ve tempted fate long enough. I push up to move to the other side of the limo and give us some space. However, my timing can’t be any worse. We turn a corner, and I stumble sideways, falling directly onto Cy’s lap.

He groans as my ass presses up against him and a wild heat rips through my body. Before I can escape, his arms snake around, holding me firmly in place.

“Cy, let me up,” I order, but he’s not listening.