Chapter 0158


    “Myst phone call with your father didn’t go well,” Kent says, looking away from me and clenching his jaw. | blink in surprise,


    thinking that thest phone call was when...well, when my father called to tell Kent that I’m a spoiled, ungrateful whore. But Kent


    was calm and collected when | saw himter that afternoon — | had assumed...


    “Are things...okay? Between you two? Between the families?”


    “That’s not your concern,” Kent replies rigidly, turning to meet my eyes again, his expression harsh. | huff a littleugh, opening


    my mouth to say that it very much is my concern, considering I’m the one stuck between these two families, but he continues on.


    “Well?” Kent asks. “Do you want to go?”


    | freeze and stare at him, my eyes wide, wondering if this is some kind of trick question. “Do... want to go?”


    “That’s what | asked you, Fay,” Kent snaps. “Don’t y stupid now, we both know you''re not.”


    | don’t let his tone phase me, I’m used to it by now, and instead simply stare at Kent, trying to figure out what the hell I’m


    supposed to do now. Because part of me — a big part of me — just wants to go to bed right now, to curl up in the dark and give


    myself a minute to contemte this insane day.


    And another part of me — well, another part...likes Ivan. Likes the idea of him standing downstairs, all handsome and cocky,


    waiting to take me away. The dangerous part of me — which | am now starting to realize is more powerful than | thought it was —


    really wants to see what Ivan has in mind for the evening.


    But still another part...


    | look at Kent, then, and suddenly all | want him to do is to wrap his arms around me and tell me not to go. To pick me up, and


    carry me downstairs, and tell Ivan to fuck off, and then take me to his bed — wherever that is in the house — andy me down in


    his sheets and —


    “What do you want me to do?” | hear myself ask, my words tentative.


    Then | hold my breath, wanting his answer. Needing it.? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.


    | see Kent''s minds moving as he studies me. | see him take a deep breath in through his nose and then sigh, shaking his head a


    little.


    “| need you to go, Fay,” he says, his


    voice a little...rueful? | don''t know. |


    can''t parse it. “I’m cut off from intel


    about your father right ow, alloniy |


    eared. Finds Sie getting


    pelt ial It’s bigger than me and


    Alden — there''s a rift starting between


    all of the families...” Kent sighs and


    scrapes his hand over his face from


    top to bottom. “If you went, Fay, you


    could try to discern the sentiment.


    That would be helpful.” Please read


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    | stare at Kent, shocked that he has such a business-like reply, that his motives for wanting me to go or stay have absolutely


    nothing to do with...us. With this afternoon. With whatever our personal rtionship is.


    And then | remember that we have


    two contracts. And that one of those


    contracts was to be a istics


    the other = andcanksy, te more


    Reece was to be his spy. So


    quickly, | nod. | wonder if he can see


    the disappointment on my face


    before | rece it with a little smile.


    “Sure, Kent,” | say. “If that’s what you


    want.” Please read the original


    content at NovelDrama.Org.


    He studies me for a moment and


    then steps closer, taking me by the


    hand and pulling me aapinstiel |


    memnbeothat this is a business


    trip, Fay,” he growls, close enough


    that | feel his lips move against mine.


    “| absolutely forbid you to enjoy


    yourself.” Please read the original


    content at NovelDrama.Org.


    | feel a littleugh ripple though me as | tilt my head up, meeting his eyes. “Whatever you say, boss.”