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Because she didn’t want to see you marry someone else,the smallest voice in my head speaks up.
She couldn’t… No. There’s no way.
Or could it be?
That could explain her erratic behavior. I follow her gaze, finding her staring at the engagement ring. She traces the round edge of the diamond slowly. Dare I sayreverently.
Oh fuck.
Attraction is one thing. Infatuation is a whole other deadly game I have no interest in playing anytime soon.
My molars smash together. “Are you doing all this because you’re secretly in love with me?” The words leave my mouth in a rush. My heart beats hard against my rib cage, fighting for a way out.
Her having strong feelings besides indifference for me isn’t something I considered. Hell, I never evenwantedto think of it for a hundred reasons, but most of all because she’s the best assistant I’ve ever had.Losing her isn’t an option. Especially not when she is an essential part of my plan to take over my father’s position.
The idea is shattered into a thousand pieces as Iris curls over and lets out the most obnoxious laugh. In the three years I’ve spent in her presence, I’ve never seen a crack in her sanity. Who knew all it would take is my ring on her finger to trigger a complete breakdown?
She reaches out for stability, grabbing onto the first thing within arm’s length which happens to be me.Every muscle in my body locks up, and heat travels up my arm like I’m being consumed by flames. I stay ramrod straight as her laugh turns into some asthmatic wheeze.
Rather than feel relieved, I’m somewhat thrown off by her reaction. My stomach sours at her disdain toward loving me.
You’ll always be unlovable.My father’s voice slithers through my head at the most inconvenient moments, sending a chill across my skin.
I pluck her fingers off my bicep one by one. “Are you experiencing a kind of crisis?”
“No, you fool. And I’m not in love with you.” She laughs again, making the most god-awful wheezing sound every time she inhales. “I’m doing this because we’re friends.”
“I will never be your friend.”And I never want to be.
Her lips pull into a frown. “Liar. Friends help friends when they’re sick.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Remember the time I had the flu?”
I cross my arms. “I’m still not entirely convinced that was the case.”
“So youdoremember!” Her laugh turns into a raspy cough.
“Only because I had to hire a clean-up crew to ensure every square inch of the place was scrubbed down.”
“Fine. What about the time I helped you when you got drunk on a business trip?”
“I never wanted your assistance.”
“You were tripping over your own feet and asking me to introduce you to my twin you didn’t know about.”
My tolerance for vodka is right up there with my tolerance toward people—nonexistent.
“Drunk you is so much nicer. You asked me to tuck you into bed and sing you a lullaby.”
“Now I know you’re lying. You’re one of the worst singers I know.” My lips threaten to curve into a smile, but I settle on a grimace instead.
She throws her hands in the air. “Okay, fine. I lied. But I wouldn’t have said no if you asked! Because friends help other friends.”
I’m tempted to pay any price for the wordfriendsto be erased from dictionaries everywhere. I don’t have them. I don’t want them. And I don’t want to be them, especially not hers.
Her raspy laugh turns into a fit of coughs. Before I can stop myself, I grab her tiny purse from the table and shove it into her hands. “Fix that god-awful sound.”
