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I thought he was going to kiss me when he leaned closer, but instead, he whispered in my ear.
“I know exactly who you are.”
My lip trembled but I didn’t start to cry.
“You’re such a fucking hypocrite,” I whispered, and Roarke looked shocked.
“Hypocrite how?”
I scoffed and turned my eyes away from him. “Just leave me alone.”
“Gladly,” he said, and stalked to the door, yanking it open and going back into the building.
I looked out the open bridge down to the city and burst into tears.
I didn’t know what to do. I knew that I was falling for Roarke, but now he hated me. All because I had kept who my father was a secret. I didn’t know why it was any of his business, but I guessed I should have thought about how it would affect him. After all, my father was his best friend.
I let out a long breath and pushed my hair back from my face. I had to get it together. The custody hearing was tomorrow, and I needed to focus.
Before I could stop my tears, Mark came outside looking for me.
“Magda? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said quickly, wiping my face.
“It’s Brentwood, isn’t it?” Mark said softly, bracing his hands on the railing, and I looked over at him, surprised.
“What do you mean?”
Mark sighed and brushed his blond hair back from his face. “You see, Magda, I’ve been keeping your secret for a while now.”
Panic tightened in my throat. “What?”
“I’ve been keeping quiet, pretending that I don’t know, but I heard you and Roarke fucking in his office.” Mark’s voice went harsh, harsher than I’d ever heard it. He’d always been so kind to me.
My breath hitched in my chest. “Mark, please don’t say anything.”
Mark shrugged. ‘Why not? It’s not like you’ve given me a reason to keep such a big secret, Magda.”
I took a step backward from him, frowning. “What are you talking about?”
“I take you out to a nice dinner, spend a lot of money on it. I don’t even get a fucking kiss?” Mark advanced toward me and I backed up further, toward the door.
“Are you seriously trying to blackmail me into a kiss?”
Mark had flipped on a dime, and I didn’t know what to do about it. I’d always thought he was such a nice guy and felt bad that I didn’t feel the same way about him as he did about me, but now everything had changed.
“A kiss? No, honey, I want my fucking due. He gets to fuck you for free. I paid for it, so I deserve it too. Or the whole office will know your little secret,” Mark spat at me, still advancing toward me and I grabbed the doorknob quickly and rushed inside.
I grabbed my purse from my office and locked the door. I couldn’t help but glance toward Roarke’s office, but it was shut and the blinds were closed. I wanted to tell him what happened, apologize, but if I didn’t figure out how to handle Mark, my father was going to know I slept with his best friend and partner.
I didn’t know what to do, but all I knew right now was that I couldn’t be here anymore.
There was a coffee shop nearby with the biggest, most sugary pastries, and that was what I needed right now. I kept myself on a pretty strict diet because I was a runner, but right now, all I wanted was some comfort food.
The coffee shop was busy, bustling, really, and it took me a long while to recognize the woman standing in line ahead of me.
“Oh, hello,” Grace Brentwood said, arm in arm with some big, muscular guy.
