Chapter 72

Elio

When I wake up on the floor of Dawson’s office I while late I look across, seeing his crumpled form out cold. I hastily get up, grabbing my cane and scrubbing a hand down my face as I settle back into Dawsons’s office chair. Fuck.

I lightly examine my chest, wincing as the bruise has got significantly bigger. Fuck. I lean back in the leather chair, my eyes fluttering shut for a moment. I pinch the bridge of my nose with my index finger. I just need to see her. Then I’ll know what to do. I can’t tell if her betrayal is similar to what happened with her and Jamal or is she happy?

I just needed to see her once. Talk to her once more, then I could let her go.

As the dawn started to break, Dawson finally stirred on the cold, hard floor. Sneering, I watched him sit up, looking disoriented. Honestly, he was unconscious for longer than I expected. Feeling a slight sting in my chest, I silently prayed to the goddess that we wouldn’t have any morning mishaps. I needed to get this meet