to quit now. I’m not backing
down.”
“If anything happens to you, he’ll kill me,”
Kingston muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Who?” I asked, my thoughts distracted.
His head snapped up, surprised I heard him.
“No one.” He ran his hand through his hair. “You can fight.”
His eyes glared at me for a moment and then
he walked out of the room. Ten seconds later, I heard the audible
click of my front door. He was gone.
I had to sit back down on my bed to catch my
breath. My suspicions weren’t wrong about Kingston; he was hiding
something. I blinked a few times, trying to get my head wrapped
around what was going on. I knew I should work out, but the last
thing I wanted was to see him. I needed to get some space, to
figure what the hell I was supposed to do.
My phone went off from somewhere in the
apartment and I rushed to find it. I opened up the text.
Wynter: Got time for breakfast before you
hit the gym today?
I smiled as I read her message. Somehow, she
always knew how to brighten my day, even when I never told her I
needed to have it brightened. I wrote her a quick yes .
When I walked into our favorite breakfast
diner twenty minutes later, Wynter was already waiting for me at
our booth in the back. She waved when she saw me and I walked
over.
“Uh-oh,” she said as I sat down across from
her. “Things didn’t go so well with Romeo, I take it?” She sipped
her coffee and watched me, waiting patiently for my
explanation.
I let out a heavy sigh once the waitress
brought me a cup of coffee. “I don’t even know where to start.”
She gave me a reassuring smile. “Take your
time.”
“Well, first of all, Kingston is hot as
fuck,” I started. She laughed, nearly choking on her coffee. “I
mean, I’ve never had a lover as attentive or demanding as he is. He
pushes my limits and brings me more pleasure than I’ve ever
experienced. Ever. ”
“Well, that’s not a bad thing,” she
commented.
“No, and it wouldn’t be if he weren’t hiding
something from me.”
She raised her brow. “Hiding something?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s a feeling I
got, and then, when I told him about what really happened
yesterday, he mumbled something about how he’d be upset if I let
something happen to you . I asked him what he meant and he acted
like he never said it and told me to go ahead and fight. I don’t
get it.”
“Who do you think he could have been talking
about?”
I closed my eyes. “I have no idea, and I’m
not sure I want to know,” I said, letting my mind wander through
the possibilities.
“You think he means your dad?” she asked,
voicing exactly what I was thinking.
My eyes flew open. “Is it possible? I thought
I was crazy to even think it.”
“I’m not sure. If I were you, I wouldn’t
dismiss it, but I wouldn’t hope for it too hard, either.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve spent years wishing he
would come back or write a letter or something . I just
wanted to hear from him.”
“I know, Max. And I don’t blame you. But for
right now, focus on Kingston. Personally, I think he’s going
super-hot alpha male on you,” she said with a grin.
I shook my head. “You read too many romance
novels.”
“Well, that’s true. But it’s part of my job,”
she argued.
Wynter was a freelance editor. She worked
with tons of clients who wrote books and she was always in a dream
world. She was good at what she did, though.
“I’m not sure if I should work out today or
not,” I admitted to her, bringing the conversation back on
topic.
“Do you want to fight?”
“Of course,” I said.
“Then it seems like you need to go work out,”
she suggested. “But, if you don’t want to go back just yet, I’m
down for a shopping trip.” Her voice was beyond hopeful.
I smiled at her. “I think a shopping trip is
just what the doctor ordered.”
We took the train to the mall, chatting along
the way. Wynter needed to get a dress for some masquerade
down.”
“If anything happens to you, he’ll kill me,”
Kingston muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Who?” I asked, my thoughts distracted.
His head snapped up, surprised I heard him.
“No one.” He ran his hand through his hair. “You can fight.”
His eyes glared at me for a moment and then
he walked out of the room. Ten seconds later, I heard the audible
click of my front door. He was gone.
I had to sit back down on my bed to catch my
breath. My suspicions weren’t wrong about Kingston; he was hiding
something. I blinked a few times, trying to get my head wrapped
around what was going on. I knew I should work out, but the last
thing I wanted was to see him. I needed to get some space, to
figure what the hell I was supposed to do.
My phone went off from somewhere in the
apartment and I rushed to find it. I opened up the text.
Wynter: Got time for breakfast before you
hit the gym today?
I smiled as I read her message. Somehow, she
always knew how to brighten my day, even when I never told her I
needed to have it brightened. I wrote her a quick yes .
When I walked into our favorite breakfast
diner twenty minutes later, Wynter was already waiting for me at
our booth in the back. She waved when she saw me and I walked
over.
“Uh-oh,” she said as I sat down across from
her. “Things didn’t go so well with Romeo, I take it?” She sipped
her coffee and watched me, waiting patiently for my
explanation.
I let out a heavy sigh once the waitress
brought me a cup of coffee. “I don’t even know where to start.”
She gave me a reassuring smile. “Take your
time.”
“Well, first of all, Kingston is hot as
fuck,” I started. She laughed, nearly choking on her coffee. “I
mean, I’ve never had a lover as attentive or demanding as he is. He
pushes my limits and brings me more pleasure than I’ve ever
experienced. Ever. ”
“Well, that’s not a bad thing,” she
commented.
“No, and it wouldn’t be if he weren’t hiding
something from me.”
She raised her brow. “Hiding something?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but it’s a feeling I
got, and then, when I told him about what really happened
yesterday, he mumbled something about how he’d be upset if I let
something happen to you . I asked him what he meant and he acted
like he never said it and told me to go ahead and fight. I don’t
get it.”
“Who do you think he could have been talking
about?”
I closed my eyes. “I have no idea, and I’m
not sure I want to know,” I said, letting my mind wander through
the possibilities.
“You think he means your dad?” she asked,
voicing exactly what I was thinking.
My eyes flew open. “Is it possible? I thought
I was crazy to even think it.”
“I’m not sure. If I were you, I wouldn’t
dismiss it, but I wouldn’t hope for it too hard, either.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve spent years wishing he
would come back or write a letter or something . I just
wanted to hear from him.”
“I know, Max. And I don’t blame you. But for
right now, focus on Kingston. Personally, I think he’s going
super-hot alpha male on you,” she said with a grin.
I shook my head. “You read too many romance
novels.”
“Well, that’s true. But it’s part of my job,”
she argued.
Wynter was a freelance editor. She worked
with tons of clients who wrote books and she was always in a dream
world. She was good at what she did, though.
“I’m not sure if I should work out today or
not,” I admitted to her, bringing the conversation back on
topic.
“Do you want to fight?”
“Of course,” I said.
“Then it seems like you need to go work out,”
she suggested. “But, if you don’t want to go back just yet, I’m
down for a shopping trip.” Her voice was beyond hopeful.
I smiled at her. “I think a shopping trip is
just what the doctor ordered.”
We took the train to the mall, chatting along
the way. Wynter needed to get a dress for some masquerade
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