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“Where else would you like to go?” I knew when to not push.
“Home. Donovan likes to surprise me with a visit during lunch sometimes. We left several hours ago, and I don’t want to raise any suspicions.”
“All right.” Little did she know she’d raised a lot of suspicions, but not with Donovan. With me.
18
Giselle
My heart twisted into painful knots, and a sharp ache spread through my chest as we left the school. I quickly tucked the sweet moment into the corner of my mind. I would cherish it and hold onto the visit when I needed something to soothe me.
My emotions—fear, apprehension, desperation—raced a million miles an hour as Zayne drove me back to the house. What if he outright told Donovan or slipped up and said something on accident? My plan of laying out tests to see if he was trustworthy was royally fucking with my head.
But you adored Sutton.
It was strange for me to like someone so fast. Most of my life, I had to be on guard, and trust was a luxury in my world, not the norm. But Sutton was different. Reminding myself that she was Zayne’s boss calmed my worries. Surely, someone like Sutton wouldn’t have unreliable people work for her. Plus, my instincts were rarely wrong. If that were all I had to go on, I knew I would confess everything to Zayne without a second thought. But on the off chance I was mistaken … it would cost me everything.
My decisions to confide in Zayne about the tracker and allow him to see me at the school were giant leaps. Unfortunately, anxiety dug her claws into my heart, and I wondered how many Xanax remained in the bottle Zayne had taken from my bathroom. Donovan didn’t realize I knew where he had ultimately hidden the medication, but taking even one would be too risky. Maybe a few stiff drinks, but I hated drinking when Donovan was around. It lowered my defenses and left me too emotionally vulnerable.
Zayne parked his car in front of the garage and I quicky got out and hurried up the front walk, hoping I’d beaten Donovan home. I wasn’t entirely sure he would stop by for lunch, but I would rather be safe than sorry. If he did show up, he would immediately question why I’d been gone so long.
I practically ran to the entrance and into the house, immediately disarming the alarm. Zayne closed the door behind me.
“Ahh, there you are, darling.” Donovan’s brown dress shoes slapped against the marble floor as he approached us.
“Hi, we got stuck in traffic and for some reason the lines at the mall were long. Most likely due to the sales.”
Donovan’s gaze bounced from me to Zayne. “Go home, Zayne. I’ll be with Giselle the rest of the day.” His tone dripped with anger.
My legs began to tremble, and I wondered if Donovan knew what I’d done today. My mouth grew dry as the fear clogged my throat.
Zayne removed his sunglasses, his green eyes landing on Donovan. “What time do you want me here in the morning?”
Donovan slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me against him while he shoved a hand in the pocket of his slacks. “I’ll message you later. I’m not sure yet.” He dug his fingers into my side, all the while smiling as if he weren’t inflicting pain.
Oh God, he knows that I was at the school.He must have someone tailing me.How could I have been so stupid?
Zayne nodded. “Okay.” He glanced at me before he left.
The second the door closed, Donovan fisted my hair and jerked my head back. “You’re late.”
“I wasn’t even sure you would be here this afternoon. The shopping just took longer than expected.” I grabbed his arm for balance, my knees threatening to fail me.
“Then where are your bags?” He growled.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.“Crap. I must have left them in Zayne’s car. I was in such a hurry to get home in case you were here.”
Donovan sneered. “I’ll text him to bring them back.” He released me and removed his phone from the inside of his suit jacket. His fingers flew across the screen. Each second that I waited to see how this would play out was torture.
Donovan’s cell buzzed with an incoming message. His brow arched. “Zayne said he’s on his way back with your packages.”
I attempted a smile. “See, I told you I just forgot them.”
He eyed me skeptically. I hoped like hell he wouldn’t ask where I’d shopped. I had no clue how Zayne would pull this off, but if he did … if Zayne backed me up on this, he would be my hero and definitely prove that I could trust him.
Minutes later, the doorbell rang, and Donovan quickly answered.
My attention landed on Zayne, but he didn’t look at me. “Sorry about that. Giselle was in a hurry to get here, and it slipped both of our minds that we’d locked her purchases in the trunk,” Zayne said, holding up a Nordstrom bag in one hand and a Bath and Body bag in the other.
