Chapters (26)
- Cover
- Content Warning
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Lila Rose
- Connect with Lila Rose
Wreck stood, then bent to kiss Lucas quickly before picking up his plate. “I’m not leaving because of you. Get shit off your chest by telling Lucas,” Wreck ordered and walked out of the room.
Lucas watched him and sighed lovingly with a small smile on his lips. He faced me again and frowned. “Did I do something that said you couldn’t come to me?”
“No!” I swiped a hand at the back of my neck. “I honestly just thought that I didn’t want to burden you with anything because you’re so happy.”
“Well, now you know I want to know and that I will always be here for you no matter the moment. Spill.”
“Okay.” I nodded, pushing the plate away.
Lucas’s lips pinched. “You didn’t eat enough.”
“I’m not hungry.” The thought of the conversation we were about to have had taken away the hunger I’d felt.
Lucas glared. “I’ll make you something later when we study.”
“Deal.” Leaning back in the seat, I started, “A main reason I went to Kylo, and only him, was because I hoped he would be in the same situation as I was in.” I gave him a sad smile. “I fucked up with work.”
Lucas’s brows dipped, and he cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”
I grabbed the bottle of beer and took a long drink from it before I rested it back on the table and crossed my arms over my chest. In a way, I wanted to tell Lucas, as I didn’t want to hide it from him, but I still felt like a fool for catching feelings.
“West, are you okay?” Lucas asked softly.
Lifting my gaze, I nodded. “Yeah, yes… I’m a mess because I’m an idiot. I did the one thing I shouldn’t have and got feelings for a client. Adrik… he’s…” I smiled to myself, but then shook my head. “…grumpy, curt, but nice, sweet, handsome. He also has a Russian accent. Nothing I expected on my first job.” I shrugged. “Maybe that was it… him being my first client, but from the first meeting, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. Seriously, I thought about him all the time.” I leaned forward. “Lucas, we haven’t even kissed, and I turned into a lovesick puppy over the man.”
“Did he… are you and him…?”