to Graham. “Get out.” Graham didn’t hesitate, he shot up and practically ran from the room. Coward. “Shut the door.”
I did as he asked and turned back to him.
“It’s not Romeo in particular. They’re just using his status to take the heat for all of this. It could have been anyone but because he had connections with Penelope McIntyre that makes him a prime candidate.”
I palmed his desk, leaning towards him. “Henry, just tell me what the hell is going on.”
He shook his head, the tip of his tongue swiping at his bottom lip nervously. “I can’t, Nick, I’m sorry.”
The contents of his desk smashed against the floor to ceiling window when my arm swiped across it in anger. “You stitched me up to save your own skin. You know Romeo will blame me for this. Not that you fucking care about anyone so long as your palm is being filled with cash.”
“Nick…”
“Don’t bother!” I threw my journalist ID badge at him. “Fuck your job and fuck you. I’ll see you burn for this, Henry. I’m bringing you down, every single one of you who is involved in this shit!”
He was still shouting me as I left the building. I needed to find Romeo. I’d gone to the hotel earlier but he’d checked out. I only had his phone number, which he’d declined every single one of my calls, and I had no idea where he lived. But I knew someone who did.
SHE LOOKED NERVOUS when I opened the door, her cheeks blushing furiously, her gaze refusing to find mine. I knew she was picturing the front page pic of Romeo and me. “Yes, my body is as perfect as it looks in the paper, Zoe.”
She looked at me quizzically, then giggled when I winked at her. “Of course it is,” she mocked.
“Come in.” I moved aside letting her slide past me. Her scent assaulted me, my dick coming to life instantly. Shit! What the hell was it about her that caused a shift in my pants every time she was near? “Thank you for coming.”
She nodded. “Well we need to sort this out before I leave.”
I frowned at her, tipping my head as I took her coat and hung it on the hook. “You’re leaving?”
“Yeah, Miami. I’ve been offered a job, and it’s the right time in my life to accept.”
“Oh.”
She looked sad for a moment, her throat bobbing when she swallowed deeply. She followed me through to the kitchen. “I’m afraid I’ve got you here under false pretences.” Her brow lifted, worry crossing her face as I filled the kettle. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Nothing like that. It’s rather delicate but I have a feeling I can trust you.”
She sighed loudly. “I take it you want me to talk to Romeo?”
“Yes,” I answered directly, “But not for the reason you think.”
I placed her cup in front of her and proceeded to fill her in.
“So, now you know and I have no idea how to get hold of him or that he’ll even talk to me.”
She nodded but shifted nervously. “Nick…” She grimaced and rolled her shoulders. “There’s… stuff between Romeo and me that makes it really awkward for me to help you.”
“Stuff?”
She appeared conflicted for a moment but I nodded, encouraging her to trust me. “We… well we seem to be hell bent on hurting each other, just put it that way.”
“Ahh.” Everything slotted into place. “You’re the woman he’s in love with.”
Her eyes widened on me. “He told you that?”
“Yeah, but he didn’t tell me who you were, just that he was in love with someone, a woman.” I shifted across the table, sitting beside her and taking her hand. “Please, Zoe. This is important, he thinks I did this but I was being stitched up too. He needs to know I would never do that. He needs to know that his life is about to be turned upside down. I like him, maybe… maybe a bit more than like.” I shrugged, feeling awkward telling her that when it was so obvious she was in love with Romeo.
She smiled softly, “I can see that.” I smiled back, appreciating her compassion. “And I have
I did as he asked and turned back to him.
“It’s not Romeo in particular. They’re just using his status to take the heat for all of this. It could have been anyone but because he had connections with Penelope McIntyre that makes him a prime candidate.”
I palmed his desk, leaning towards him. “Henry, just tell me what the hell is going on.”
He shook his head, the tip of his tongue swiping at his bottom lip nervously. “I can’t, Nick, I’m sorry.”
The contents of his desk smashed against the floor to ceiling window when my arm swiped across it in anger. “You stitched me up to save your own skin. You know Romeo will blame me for this. Not that you fucking care about anyone so long as your palm is being filled with cash.”
“Nick…”
“Don’t bother!” I threw my journalist ID badge at him. “Fuck your job and fuck you. I’ll see you burn for this, Henry. I’m bringing you down, every single one of you who is involved in this shit!”
He was still shouting me as I left the building. I needed to find Romeo. I’d gone to the hotel earlier but he’d checked out. I only had his phone number, which he’d declined every single one of my calls, and I had no idea where he lived. But I knew someone who did.
SHE LOOKED NERVOUS when I opened the door, her cheeks blushing furiously, her gaze refusing to find mine. I knew she was picturing the front page pic of Romeo and me. “Yes, my body is as perfect as it looks in the paper, Zoe.”
She looked at me quizzically, then giggled when I winked at her. “Of course it is,” she mocked.
“Come in.” I moved aside letting her slide past me. Her scent assaulted me, my dick coming to life instantly. Shit! What the hell was it about her that caused a shift in my pants every time she was near? “Thank you for coming.”
She nodded. “Well we need to sort this out before I leave.”
I frowned at her, tipping my head as I took her coat and hung it on the hook. “You’re leaving?”
“Yeah, Miami. I’ve been offered a job, and it’s the right time in my life to accept.”
“Oh.”
She looked sad for a moment, her throat bobbing when she swallowed deeply. She followed me through to the kitchen. “I’m afraid I’ve got you here under false pretences.” Her brow lifted, worry crossing her face as I filled the kettle. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Nothing like that. It’s rather delicate but I have a feeling I can trust you.”
She sighed loudly. “I take it you want me to talk to Romeo?”
“Yes,” I answered directly, “But not for the reason you think.”
I placed her cup in front of her and proceeded to fill her in.
“So, now you know and I have no idea how to get hold of him or that he’ll even talk to me.”
She nodded but shifted nervously. “Nick…” She grimaced and rolled her shoulders. “There’s… stuff between Romeo and me that makes it really awkward for me to help you.”
“Stuff?”
She appeared conflicted for a moment but I nodded, encouraging her to trust me. “We… well we seem to be hell bent on hurting each other, just put it that way.”
“Ahh.” Everything slotted into place. “You’re the woman he’s in love with.”
Her eyes widened on me. “He told you that?”
“Yeah, but he didn’t tell me who you were, just that he was in love with someone, a woman.” I shifted across the table, sitting beside her and taking her hand. “Please, Zoe. This is important, he thinks I did this but I was being stitched up too. He needs to know I would never do that. He needs to know that his life is about to be turned upside down. I like him, maybe… maybe a bit more than like.” I shrugged, feeling awkward telling her that when it was so obvious she was in love with Romeo.
She smiled softly, “I can see that.” I smiled back, appreciating her compassion. “And I have
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