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I hadn’t trusted him last time—and that was my greatest mistake. “I do.”
15
BARTHOLOMEW
Her head rested on my shoulder, her arm around my waist underneath the sheet. Her hair ran down my arm. One of her thighs rested on top of my leg. She smothered me with her smell, roses after a springtime rain.
My head turned, and I dragged my lips across her hairline before I gave her a kiss.
She squeezed me a little tighter in response.
It was dark outside, and the only light in the apartment was from the lamp on her nightstand. Our phones were on the surface, blank with inactivity. The world was quiet, and it was just the two of us wrapped in this bubble of tranquility.
Finally, I wasn’t angry.
I wasn’t happy either.
I’d found peace.
When Bleu had told me she was engaged to that coward, I’d boarded my jet without packing a bag and took off. It was an emotional impulse, an attack that would go nowhere, butI couldn’t stop myself from airing my grievances, from telling Laura how much she’d ruined me.
I hadn’t expected it to end like this.
She changed her position, propping herself on her elbow so she could look at me. “How long are you staying?”
“I should leave in the morning.” I shouldn’t have come in the first place. Had too much shit to do.
Her brilliant eyes flashed in disappointment. “When will you be back?”
“Not sure.”
“I can come to Paris—”
“You can’t leave. Not if you want to finish what you started.” I thought she should abandon this vendetta, but I knew it was too important to her. Maybe they’d double-crossed her, but she could triple-cross them. “If you return to Paris, they’ll know why.”
“Well, I can’t go long without you…” Her hand felt my chest, felt my stomach, felt me everywhere. She worshipped my body like I’d just given her a wad of cash that could buy her an apartment. But she wanted me for me—no other reason.
“I’ll come back when I can.”
“And I’ll just walk into the apartment and find you sitting in the shadows?”
“Yes.”
“What if Victor is with me?”
“I’ll hide until he leaves. Or kill him. Depends on my mood.”
“My father stopped by my apartment one day…”
Too bad that wasn’t today. I could have taken the opportunity to stab him in the neck. “What did he want?”
“To talk to me about Victor.” Her voice was quiet, as if she was reliving that intimate conversation. “How are things at work?”
If only she knew. “Busy.”
“Have you reconsidered attacking my father?”
It might make things better with my men, but I would forfeit my honor and self-respect. “It seems like you already have it covered.”
