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I thought we were better than this.
My brain won’t create a scenario where this wasn’t slightly malicious; that’s all it feels like.
Molly is using me.
And I’ve fallen hard into her trap where my heart is going to shatter into a million and one pieces.
24
MOLLY
Somethingheavywakesmeup from a dead sleep even though nothing’s touched me. The air around me feels tainted with dread and anxiety as I crack my eyes open and find myself still on Kai’s couch.
Blinking a few times, I find said man sitting on the coffee table next to me, his gaze downcast as if he’s currently carrying the whole world on his shoulders. I can’t help but stare at him for a moment. His inked biceps and forearms are taut and deliciously sinful as I break through my inner fan-girling and ask him what’s up.
“Hey,” I greet softly, receiving his full attention immediately. “What’s wrong?”
He continues to stare at me as if not understanding the words leaving my mouth, causing me to slowly sit up and shake myself from my sleepy haze.
As I reach out for him to see in what ways I comfort him, Kai surprises me when he promptly pulls back as though I’m carrying the plague.
“Don’t,” he growls, causing my brows to dip in confusion and my stomach to coil from the rejection.
“What’s wrong?” I repeat, disliking the way he’s staring at me with disdain, as if I stabbed him in the back. “Did I say something in my sleep?”
“No, but you did in your little column that you wrote about me.”
Oh, shit.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I know I was writing when I did.
I begin rocking my head back and forth, knowing what he must be thinking. “It’s not like that. There was this blogger—”
“Did you think it was going to get you back into the writing game, Molly? Did you believe that writing an exclusive story about me and my life was going to make you hit it big time?”
“No, it’s not like that. If you’d just—”
“Itislike that,” he retorts, a scowl painting his features. “That piece lays out all my shit and what happened between us like it was some fucked-up way of getting famous. Did you seriously think I was going to be okay with this?”
“No,” I defend, knowing that I’ve dug myself into a hole, but not in the way he’s implying. I was never going to release that story. But when Aprille reached out about it, I began to write, and I was going to give it to Kai when I was finished to explain how much he meant to me.
I just haven’t finished it yet.
“Then color me fucking confused,” he clips back. “Because now you’re all set up. You’re carrying my child and now I have no other choice than to support you. Just like I do with Olivia and her fucked-up little ways.”
I glower at him for comparing me to his ex. “I didn’t trap you into this. I never—”
“It fucking looks like that to me. Because if you don’t lock Kai Wolfe down, who will?”
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no.
“Kai, I swear to you, I’m not releasing that story. It was because I got an offer from a blogger who somehow found out I was working for you. And she offered me the gig, but I turned it down. Then I started writing—”
He scoffs and stands to his feet then, dismissing me and my excuse. “Why? Because she didn’t offer you enough money?”
My jaw drops at how paranoid he is, but I can understand it. Especially after everything he told me about Olivia and his divorce and how it played out to the media.
