Semua Bab Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss: Bab 81 - Bab 90

KISAREL."But what am I supposed to do while you're away?" I stood up from the bed, frustration pulling at every word. "I can't just sit here while you go on a dinner date with my cousin, Oceans. I mean..."He stepped out of the bathroom and whatever I was about to say next dissolved somewhere between my throat and the open air.Water dripped from his hair, dark strands clinging to his forehead and the back of his neck. Droplets traced slow paths down his bare chest, following the lines of muscle, disappearing into the low-slung towel around his waist, like even water knew better than to move carelessly on him.He had brought me to his house after the confrontation at the office, and after he had reminded me exactly how much of my life he controlled."Why?" He asked, his silver-grey eyes fixed on me. They were softer than they had been in the office. And immediately, the argument I had been building died in my throat.He crossed to the dresser and pulled out a white, crisp shirt. He he

OCEANS.Something damp gathered at the back of my neck despite the cold air in the restaurant. My hand tightened around the watch, and I realized, with a kind of detached fury, that my fingers were not steady.I was shaking.Fuck.Her eyes flared, and so did my patience. And I could tell from her pulse that her heartbeat was beginning to turn frantic.Moonie sat across from me with her fingers frozen around the strap of her bag, with her eyes on the watch in my hand.I saw something move rapidly behind her face that she was trying to get ahead of before it showed properly.I watched her brain working in real time, assembling something, testing it, discarding it, and trying again."What? It's just a watch." She gestured at the watch breathlessly, trying to force a smile.My eyes stayed on hers.“Try again.”She blinked. Her throat moved. “Oceans, you’re scaring me.”"Where. Did. You. Get. It. From?" I counted my words through gritted teeth, squeezing the watch in my palm."Please." Her

KISAREL.My heart almost jumped out of my mouth. And when I turned and lifted my hand to defend myself, I saw who it was.Moonie."What the hell?" I shrieked, pressing a hand to my chest. "Why would you sneak up on me like that?"She didn't answer. Her eyes were darting everywhere—down the street, toward the windows of Elgin's building, over her shoulder like she expected someone to come running out of the dark after her. Her chest was rising too fast."You need to let me in," she said. Her voice was urgent and nothing like the usual sharp-edged tone she used when she was trying to cut me. "We need to talk."I almost laughed.Because, of course, Moonie could appear out of nowhere in the middle of the night, scare me half to death, and still speak to me like I was wasting her time."How did you find me?""Jace told me you were staying with your friend at this address." She replied, as if it were obvious, and I was stupid for asking. "Now open the door."Speaking of Jace.I hadn't answe

OCEANS.For the first time in years, I was nervous.I couldn't tell if I was nervous because I was eager to hear the truth, or because I so badly didn't want it to be Moonie.For reasons my fucking self couldn't tell, I just wish this was all a misunderstanding.I wanted that watch to have passed through twenty wrong hands before landing in her bag. I wanted some pawn shop, some thief, some careless stranger, any explanation that did not end with Moonie being the woman I had searched for for six years.I hated this woman with a passion so hard it could consume an entire nation.How the fuck was I supposed to live with it?Love her?Be grateful to her?I stood by the window of the guest room—the one I had ordered cleaned for her—and loosened my watch, buckled it back, and loosened it again. My fingers wouldn't stay still. My jaw was clenched so tight I could feel it in my temples.The room felt too hot because my pulse would not settle.My phone rang, and it was Reeves. I swiped and an

OCEANS.Seeing Kiss with Jace did something violent to my self-control.For one second, the whole restaurant narrowed down to her hand under his.His hand.On her.Across a table I did not own, in a restaurant I had not chosen for her, with a man whose face I had imagined breaking more times than I cared to count.She was wearing black. A dress I had never seen before—one that hugged her body like it had been painted on, with a neckline that dipped low and a slit that showed too much of her thigh.Her hair was different. It looked softer and wavier. It fell over one shoulder, leaving her neck bare.I almost stopped walking.Moonie said something beside me, but I didn't hear it. My eyes were locked on the woman who had walked out of my house on Friday night, texted me yesterday, and I had not responded to her because I didn't know what the fuck to say.She looked beautiful.That was the first problem.Then the doors closed behind me, and the sound made her look up.Our eyes met, and he