Chapter 47

ANASTASIA

My eyes increased in size the moment I set my eyes on his erection.

Shit, he can’t unlock the door.

She can’t come in either.

My chest burns as I roughly swallow my saliva.

“I’m sorry, Anastasia, but I need you to use the back door right now. This is going to be a mess if you remain here while she comes in.”

I gulp in a sharp intake of air when he spills that out, as I clutch hard on my chest. I know the situation we are in right now is complicated, but it never occurred to me that Denver would want me to hide because of her.

Ah, fuck.

I want to scream, cry, or throw up as the word keeps playing in my head, but there’s no time because he’s heading towards the door to open for her with his hard erection.

I use the back door, but I don’t walk away. I pin against the wall, listening to whatever’s going to happen between them. Shit, I feel like an outsider right now, a third person who doesn’t matter and can be abandoned anytime.

I draw in a deep breath. I can’t let out the cry