Chapter 0138


    “Oh my god, Daniel,” | spit, blushing beet red and leaning forward across the table. “Are you serious? Before coffee?”


    He leans back in his chair and res at me. “What, do you think coffee is going to make this any better?”


    “Yah,” | say, snatching his own tiny espresso cup from its ce in front of him and quickly draining it. Screw him, | need this way


    more than he does.


    Daniel''s mouth falls open a little when he sees what I’ve done. “Fay!” heins, “that’s mine!”


    I m the cup back onto the table and re at him in return. “Oops,” | say, cocking my head to the side and crossing my arms


    over my chest as | lean back.


    “You''re being such a brat, Fay,” Daniel hisses, leaning over the table. “I can’t believe you''re acting like this, after what you did to


    me —


    “What | did to you, Daniel?!” | exim, huffing in disbelief. “You''re the one making crude usations before I’ve barely had a


    chance to sit down — and what business is it of yours anyway!”


    “You''re my fiancé! Of course it’s my business!” He retorts, his voice growing louder as he gets angrier.


    “Am |?” | ask, sarcastic, unfolding my arms and putting my hands t on the table so that | can better use him in return. “As


    far as | know, you never asked me to marry you. Your dad told us we were engaged. And so, when ites to dissolving the


    engagement, it seems like that was his prerogative. And besides, where were you these past few days? If we were so engaged,


    and so close, and so dedicated to each other, why weren’t you around, begging me toe back? You were probably out


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    “Watch it,” Daniel growls, silencing me and looking around anxiously to make sure nobody heard.


    | sit back in my chair, feeling cowed and guilty. Because, of course, | don’t want to ruin his life just because he’s being a jerk to


    me. “I’m sorry,” | say, a little bitter. “I didn’t mean that. Thatst part. But everything else | did mean!”


    “Fay,” Daniel grumbles, waving a hand to dismiss it all. “I saw youe down from the third floor — | saw what you were wearing,


    and | know what he keeps up there.”


    “Do you?” | ask, my eyes going wide.


    “Fay,” Daniel pleads, exasperated, “can you please, for once, focus on what is actually important here?”


    “Okay,” | say quickly, nodding. “Sorry. It’s just nuts what’s up there — have you gotten to see it all? Do you know what''s in all of


    those cabs?”


    Daniel just gives me a withering, exhausted stare and | bite my lip, realizing that I’ve done it again. “Sorry,” | murmur, and then I


    look down at my hands and sigh. “Daniel, | haven’t slept with your dad.”


    From the edges of my vision | can see him sit back in his chair in relief.


    “But that doesn’t mean that | won''t,” | continue, raising my eyes slowly to his.


    Daniel''s mouth falls open in disbelief


    as he stares at me. | blink, surprised,


    and realize that he wastactualli


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    mistake — that there was some kind


    of reasonable exnation for why |


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    And that actually, | may have just


    confirmed one of his worst fears.


    That he was PRGN ic alinitis


    setpihiadad: shake my head


    slowly, opening my mouth to tell him


    that I’m sorry, but suddenly a te of


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    | look up, my mouth still open, to see


    Kent standing there, sliding a te in


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    ti Ce ag his slim waist, his


    clean-shaven cheeks below eyes with


    dark circles beneath them.


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