53

CARLY

“What’s that supposed to mean, Carly?” His voice turned cold and stiff. I was pissing him off. Well, good for him.

“I don’t know, Langston. Try asking yourself in the mirror.”

“I thought you don’t care where I go, what I do.” His tone softened. He blew a breath.

“Damn right, I don’t.” I looked at him again, scowling. “Anything else?”

He shook his head, frowning. “Nothing.” He sighed one more time before he turned. Then he paused and faced me again. “You know what? This is bullshit. I’ve been patient, but you seemed to have enjoyed avoiding me too much. I’d never met anyone who loved her work so much that she forgot she had a fiance waiting for her. I mean, I also work hard, but what I’m doing is for us, for our future, but I still think about you all the time. But I don’t know about you, Storm.” He wallowed hard before he licked his lips. He stood there wallowing in pain, and I just broke my heart over and over again. “Maybe this is a mistake. Maybe you should marry Domeon.