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Kyle’s eyes dip down and he notices the red marks that are slowly darkening. “He won’t like this when he finds out, Ocean. And he always finds out.”

I swallow, knowing a huge battle is coming my way. He’ll be mad at me later for keeping it to myself, but I have to protect him too. “I know. But right now, he can’t know yet.”

“Is your arm injured? Do you need a doctor?”

I shake my head no, and this time, I can’t hold back the tears. “Can you get me out of here? Ezra isn’t coming back for a few more days, right?”

“He comes back on Thursday,” Kyle replies.

“Okay. I’ll go back to the hotel now and I’ll tell him I was feeling tired,” I order him. “I’ll tell him if I can’t handle it on my own. Ezra does too much for me as it is.”

Kyle glances around the hall before gently taking my bag. “I’ll give you until his plane lands. If it isn’t resolved, I’m telling him. All of it.”

My head tilts, and I glare at him. “You do know you work for me, right?”

Kyle nods. “Yes. But if I want to live that means I listen to him first. And I like living.”

I follow him out of the building, my eyes catching on all of the cameras and security. How the hell did Uncle Cliff get in here? Once outside, I climb in the back of the SUV, and soon, we’re speeding toward the hotel. I’ve been doing some recording down in Florida for my next album, but I miss my own house. The longer I’m on the road these days, the less exciting it gets to be. I’ve been counting down until Ezra returns from Dallas; we’ll both head home the same day. I miss him so freaking much and now more than ever I need his arms wrapped around me.

I take my phone out of my bag and see that he has now texted me twice.

Ezra

How was practice? Are you meeting friends for dinner?

Ezra

Kyle said you’re tired and going back to the hotel. Is everything okay?

I bite down on my tongue until I taste blood. I hate lying to him. But I really am tired and I need some time and space to think.

Me

I’m fine. Just tired. I might take a bubble bath and go to bed early. Should I send you a pic ??

Ezra

Are you trying to make me hard during my investment meeting?

Me

Alright, so another time then?

Ezra

Ocean…

Me

Sorry! I’m not teasing you. I won’t send nudes while you’re in a work meeting.

Ezra

This is the worst evening ever. I’m going to be hiding my raging hard-on picturing you in the bath while trying to pretend I care about some new app.

Me

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