Roy could sense that they were mind-linking because they shared the same expression Bryan’s siblings had shared that day in the hotel.He lowered his eyes onto a pattern on the floor, feeling the hair at the back of his neck tingle with tension.He jerked upright when Bryan made a growling noise at the back of his throat, his eyes menacing as he glared at his father.Finally, his father broke eye contact and scoffed, “Fine. You have ten minutes.”That said, he strolled out of the hospital room and the door slammed shut behind him, leaving Bryan and Roy in an uncomfortable silence.Just as Roy parted his lips to speak, Bryan leaped from the bed and drew Roy into his arms, burying his face into Roy’s hair.Roy wasn’t sure but he could swear he felt a wetness on his scalp…Was Bryan crying?His heart constricted and it became harder to breathe. Was his strong Lycan Prince crumbling against him?He raised the limp arms dangling by his sides and wrapped them around Bryan, rubbing down his b

Whatever happens, don’t leave me, Roy.That sentence played around in a loop in his head till it actually made him sick to his stomach.His fingers balled into a fist at his sides where he stood in a corner of the general conference room, which looked more like a hall.Kristine stood beside him, glancing at him occasionally, probably to see if he was going to cry, ready to offer him solace.Ah well, he was hanging on by a thread.All the employees of Anderson Inc. had been waiting for the past thirty minutes for their CEO to show up but it seemed it would be a very long wait.Roy set his gaze straight, ignoring the pitiful and sometimes, spiteful glances most of the workers shot him.It was clear that they’d all seen the headlines and were curious as to how Roy would act. Asides from the trembling of his fingers that were hidden in his fist, Roy was miraculously and impressively stoic.The conference room/hall suddenly became hushed and Roy swallowed hard, realizing that Bryan Anderso

When he dragged himself from bed in the morning, he had a murderous migraine that threatened to split his brain in half, but the oppressive sense of betrayal was gone. It was gray and blustery outside, but the rain had stopped.He could only recollect bits and pieces of the conversation he’d had with his siblings and Hailey’s grumbling about Roy dating Anderson for his money.He couldn’t bring himself to tell them that they were right as usual and Anderson like every other man that had come into his life to only use him.But it was only a matter of time before Hailey would see the news. Since Anderson Inc. and Siemens holdings were big names in the business world, their engagement was aired on wall street journal TV.Throwing down a bottle of water and aspirin, he quickly washed his mouth that felt like he’d drank cat piss, and padded out of his room.It was only when he got halfway down the hallway that he noticed that he was still in the clothes of yesterday.He should call the head

On a shuddering breath, Roy stared at his reflection in the mirror and then at the door, and then at the faint love bite on his neck, the tiles but the image that burned in his mind and made him ache was Bryan’s stark, haunted features in his room two nights ago.He saw Bryan’s wild black hair falling uncombed over his perfectly arched brow and gleaming green eyes. Saw his sensual mouth compressed in pain. Saw the shadows of exhaustion between his empty eyes. Saw new lines carved deeper into his brown flesh. Saw the slight slump of his broad proud shoulders.Remembered the agony in his eyes when he’d said, “Whatever happens Roy, please don’t let go.”Why couldn’t he hate Bryan for abandoning him?He should take off the stupid black obsidian ring from his finger and flush it down the drain.When then did he fall to his knees and curl his fingers against the grey tie on his neck that’d belonged to Bryan? He buried his face in the soft material, inhaling his scent that was still faintly

Roy’s P.O.VThirty minutes later, Bryan made sure I was third-wheeling on my own date. With his good look and grace, Angelo was smitten with him and I was shoved out of their conversation, left to be picking at my food.I wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or anger but something that burning fiercely deep inside me. Bryan Anderson had no right to show his face in front of me. He had no fucking right to turn Angelo into a blushing mess that was trying to please him at all costs.Brimming with ill-concealed irritation, I cleared my throat and turned a sickly sweet smile on Bryan, “How’s your wife, Ms. Andorra? Don’t you think she’d be waiting up for you now?”I bit back a grin on seeing the dismayed look on Angelo’s face. He flushed a beet-red, probably thinking that he’d been flirting with a straight man while his date was right across.This was definitely a red flag and nothing was going to make me agree to date him.It seemed I was simply a magnet for men who’d never truly care about me.