get far away from him.
“Is there a reason you’re making me run to keep up with
you?” Henry mutters under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear.
I slow down, but only a touch. “I’m sorry. I just know you
don’t like being late.”
He checks his watch. “Noon, right? We still have five
minutes.”
I don’t answer. I can’t. There’s a giant lump in my throat
and I’m doing my best not to cry, and that’s only making me more angry at
myself.
Honestly, what did I expect from Henry Wolf?
He smiles and nods at passersby on our way to the elevator.
“I thought you’d be struggling to keep your appreciation for me in check after
what I did for your roommate.”
He didn’t do that for me. He did that for him .
When I still don’t answer, he edges closer to me. “What’s
gotten into you?”
“More like, what have you gotten into?”
“Excuse me?” Iciness creeps into his voice.
My cheeks flame. That wasn’t supposed to slip out. “Nothing.”
He hits the elevator button and it opens immediately. “After
you. Please.”
The longer I’m near him, the more it hurts, and I can’t help
it anymore. Now I’m rushing to brush away the tear that slipped out.
“Jesus Christ.” Henry herds me in with a hand on the small
of my back and hits the Close button to stop anyone else from getting on. “Is
there a reason my assistant is standing next to me, crying ?”
This is mortifying. “Noth—”
He slaps a hand over the elevator Stop button and the
elevator comes to a jarring halt. It’s the second time I’m trapped in the
elevator with a Wolf within the last hour. Both times uncomfortable, but for
different reasons.
“I don’t have time or patience for evasiveness, Abbi. Spit
it out.”
“You weren’t with your father and brother all last night and
this morning!” I finally blurt out, hot tears burning my skin.
He opens his mouth but hesitates. “According to who?”
“Your brother. He cornered me earlier to ask me if you’ve...
fucked me yet.” My voice stutters over that word.
Henry’s eyes flare with rage. “What did you tell him?”
“Nothing!”
He heaves an obvious sigh of relief. He’s clearly more
concerned about his brother knowing about us than about what I know of
his night and Roshana. “What else did he say?”
“That your dad has decided to pass Wolf Hotels to him, and
he’ll be taking over in a few weeks.”
That earns a derisive snort, so I guess that’s not true
either. “What else?”
“He had me investigated.” My voice is wobbly. I hate when my
voice is wobbly.
Henry’s face twists with confusion. “What? What do you mean?”
“I mean, he knows all about me. Where I’m from, my parents’
names, about Jed.... It scared me.”
The Henry from yesterday morning, with his arms around me,
telling me that we were different, would wrap his arms around me now. I’d like
to think that, anyway. But this Henry’s lips purse together tight. I can see
the wheels churning behind his eyes.
“He also said that you’ll use me and throw me away. That I
shouldn’t trust you.” I hesitate, but only for a minute. I need to know. “Did
you sleep with her?”
He blinks at me once... twice... before hitting the elevator
release button.
What kind of answer is that? My stomach sinks. “Did you?”
“I’ve got way too much on my plate to deal with silly little-girl
jealousy right now, Abbi.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Are you kidding me ? I’m trying to run a
worldwide hotel chain, that asshole is trying to sink me, and I can’t have my
assistant getting jealous around every pretty woman I meet with.”
Getting jealous? This is beyond getting jealous. This is
fact. This is him sleeping with other women the same day he’s sleeping with me.
He hasn’t even asked who I’m talking about. He hasn’t denied
it.
That’s all the answer I need.
God, when Jed did this to me, I was completely blindsided.
But Henry... shame on me. I should
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