Semua Bab Marrying The Wrong Brother: Bab 21 - Bab 28

The coffee kept happening.I always made extra in the morning when I was the first to wake up and he drank it. Then he made extra on some mornings. Before I came down, and I drank that. Neither of us really mentioned it or actively talked about it. It was just a quiet moment we decided to share without labeling it or acting like it was there. It occurred frequently now. It was as normal as the way the sun came up or the housekeeper restocked the fridgem. It was an established fact of the house nobody needed to discuss.That was all I thought it was.Except it wasn't. Not quite, because somewhere in the second week he started asking how or if I'd slept at all.He started asking not because he just wanted to make small talk and fill the silence but because he was actually concerned and in those moments his eyes inquired more than what a basic "fine" and moving on could answer.He actually wanted the answer, and the first time it happened I was so surprised by his next statement."You

Who am I when I am not wearing my mask?Nobody had ever asked me that.In my twenty-five years of existence, the question had never come up and no one had cared enough to know who I was beyond the surface.This man wanted to know me?He wanted to see I was when I wasn't being Sloane Reed?I rummaged through the question in my head.People rarely asked me personal questions. It was always about Reed Industries, the board, my five-year projections and succession plans and opinion on quarterly earnings. If they wanted to go deeper, then they asked about Cole, and now, about Zane and my marriage. Nobody had ever looked at me and wondered what was underneath the version of me that did all of that.Zane was looking at me like he actually wanted to know.“Do you really want to know?” I asked incredulously.“Yes. Why is that surprising? We're supposed to be married, aren’t we?” he questioned back. It shouldn't be weird that someone wanted to get to know me for who i was truly and not what

Wear something that would make the whole room keep their eyes on you. That was the entirety of Zane's instruction, delivered over coffee three days before the Whitfield Foundation gala.And even though I hated to admit it, I had spent considerably more time than I wanted to deciding what that meant. Because deep down his validation mattered to me and I found myself wanting to impress him now.It was crazy. “What do you think?” I asked him as I tried dress after dress before I finally settled on a deep navy blue dress that cinched my waist perfectly and showed off my shoulders.“Yes, This is the one” he said wide-mouthed as he stared at me a little too much.The dress was structured at the bodice, fluid below. It was just like he instructed - a dress that caught the room and worked it to my advantage. Before that, I'd tried on six others. I knew immediately when I put it on that the search was over and this was the dress I was going to wear.I couldn’t help but notice how he stared

Oh Thank God, it’s just one man and I can pay him off.That was the first thing I noticed once my pulse settled enough to actually assess the situation instead of just reacting to it. I was so glad that it was not a coordinated ambush, like four photographers working a tip. But just one very lucky man with a camera and an opportunistic instinct that came from following society pages for a living.“Mr Della Ross, can you look here?” Her screamed as the flashes continued.He was so lucky to have been in this exact place to be standing too close to a parked car because he'd recognized a license plate or gotten lucky on a tip from a valet.“I just wanna get one picture to go!” He screamed again as he continued with the pictures.So fucking annoying.I swore in my mind but then again, one man was a problem with a simple solution. Pay him off, easy.I got out of the car before Sloane could say anything, my body between her and the camera, making sure he couldn’t get a decent picture of he