BRODY POV
“Where’d you sneak off to last night?”
Brielle’s eyes widened, before turning towards the coffee pot in the lobby, quickly pouring herself a cup of black coffee.
She looked beautiful today. She’s wearing a pair of black leather pants, white tank top, and a camel-colored blazer. If she were wearing a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses, I think she’d easily pass as a naughty secretary.
‘Say that to her face. I want to see her smack you,’ Jace cackled.
Fucker.
“Just went out for some fresh air,” she responded dryly, though her heart race quickened, only for a moment.
She was lying.
I wonder if she was going out to meet someone. The idea made my blood boil. I knew she wasn’t mine, but damnit, I’d sell my soul to the devil himself if she gave me a chance. I can’t
