153

BRANDON

“That’s pretty complicated,” Oliver comments after I tell him who that fucking mayor is to Alayna’s life, minus the most sensitive parts of her story. We’re in my penthouse in Belltown, killing time while the girls are at the spa.

I’d been inconsiderate of her feelings because I was fucking angry—not with her—but with our situation. I can’t imagine Alayna in another man’s hands, not to that disgusting piece of shit. So, knowing that something is still holding her back is driving me insane.

But I understand. No, I’m really trying. She’s more important to me than anything else I have now, and I’d rather lose everything than lose her. Not again. Theoretically, if that happens, I’d probably have to beg her to hold my hand.

I pinch my nose bridge, thinking of what else I should do. Honestly, I have no concrete plan. I’m not sure how I can help Alayna with her problem. Her problems are mine now too. I am claiming it all, so her burden won’t be so heavy.

“He’s a mayor,” I say somethi