KIAN’S POVPASTTHREE YEARS AGO–THE SAME NIGHT OF THE DATE WITH BEVERLY“Have you talked to her?” My gaze lifts from the files I was looking through in my study and meets that of my grandfather who is standing by the open door of the study room. I’ve been so engrossed in work that I didn’t even he
Why the hell am I thinking about this now? My thoughts have randomly wandered off to that night even when it’s not intentional. I also hate to admit that sometimes when I look at Leslie, I see the pleasure-mad part of her that has been in my bed. But I have been good and shoving down those thoughts
KIAN’S POVPRESENTI let the memories end there, unable to keep going and afraid to reach the most painful part of it all. Grandfather is still standing there in front of me and his eyes hold so much sadness that I almost believe he regrets doing that to me. I realise now that despite everything, I
“It broke me even more than having to let Beverly go three years ago. I saw her ghost everywhere, grandpa. It drove me insane.” I feel vulnerable expressing myself this way to grandfather but I can’t help it.“Did you tell her? Did you tell her how you felt?How you felt when you heard she was dead?”
BEVERLY’S POVKian’s grandfather is finally returning to London today. Watching him step into the car that will take him to the airport, is like watching all of my hopes and hardwork drive far away from me. I am in a terrible mood but I hide it with smiles, determined to see this to the very end ev
Before I can deny his accusations, Kian returns and I just take a step back from his grandfather. “Is everything okay?” Kian asks, looking from me to his grandfather. “I was just wishing him a safe trip back.” I say and then to grandfather, I add, “I hope you stay in good health.” He merely nods
TRAVIS’ POVI have kept my distance from Leslie. I’ve stopped answering her calls at the speed of light, stopped texting her every chance I get, buried myself in work so I don’t even have a second to spare for thoughts of her, and lied about leaving the country for a business trip. I won’t deny how
Fuck, I wasn’t there for Leslie. I was so busy nursing the wounds from seeing her run to Kian for help that I totally neglected her. I should have been there for her. I should have done better. I shouldn’t have let my jealousy get the best of me. I should have told her on the phone that day that I