The moment lingers between Hugo and me, with his hand warm under my touch. This starts as a comfort but quickly shifts into something I did not expect.This moment is almost… romantic.Hugo looks into my eyes, I look into his. Slowly, he starts to lean closer.An image of Miles flashes through my mi
“I do.”Hugo goes quiet a moment, watching me as I gather my things. “The police brought you here, didn’t they?” he asks.“They did,” I reply. I don’t know how he knows that, but I suppose the CEO of a news network likely knows everything.He tilts his head. “How are you getting home?”I still. The
As soon as the words leave my mouth, regret rushes through me, stretching out from my heart to every square inch of me, even my fingers and my toes.“We’re just friends…” I try to correct, but it comes out weaker than my previous statement. I might be in shock.The security men finally break me thro
My fingers move on their own, dragging the cursor over the headline and opening the full article.The fiancé’s name is Selena Gregory, the daughter of a wealthy owner of a chain of exclusive jewelry stores. She herself is well known for her work with many charities. She even works in soup kitchens
Maybe this is a political marriage.That doesn’t make me feel all that better. “Even if it’s just a marriage of convenience,” I say. “Even if she just wants to save the world, and he can see how that adds to his candidacy… Even if there is no love between them at all, which we don’t know, but…” I si
Hugo holds me as the overwhelming emotions eat away at me for a while. I hold on, just as tightly, so that I don’t lose myself in the flood of feelings.“I’m sorry,” I say between the tears, knowing that I am making him uncomfortable just with my physical presence. More than once, I try to pull back
I should say no.Miles is an engaged man, and after Garnar cheated on me, I’d have to be a real hypocrite to try to mend fences with Miles and repair our sexual relationship.But what if that’s not what he’s asking for. All the message says is, Can we talk? That leaves everything to interpretation.
Then, wordlessly, she opens the door and steps aside to let me through it.Inside, I’m greeted by another guard, this time carrying a flashlight. “With me,” he says. He doesn’t wait as he turns around and starts walking the other direction. I hurry to follow him, not wanting to get left behind in an