Chapter 0112

“What,” Daniel huffs, laughing at my apparent gall. “Are you seriously going to come at me for bringing

my boyfriend into my bedroom after you were out all day on a date with Ivan, our family’s enemy? Are

we going to get into accusations of cheating here, Fay? Because I’m not sure you stand on solid

ground –“

“Oh my god,” I breathe, my eyes going wide as I lean forward in my chair, interrupting his harangue.

“He’s your boyfriend?”

Daniel freezes, his own mouth wide as he stares at me, realizing his mistake.

“Really?!” I squeak, my eyes as wide as saucers as his silence answers my question. “Daniel! That’s –“

But I don’t get a chance to tell Daniel what I think about his relationship because the door to the kitchen

bangs open. And there, filling the doorway with his muscular frame, is Daniel’s dad. Silent, we both turn

towards him, taking in the irritation on his face.

“Finally,” Kent breathes, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ve been looking all over for you two. Come

on.” He nods his head towards the house behind him, indicating that he wants us to follow. He waits for

us to both stand up from our chairs before turning away, leaving the door open behind him.

Daniel starts towards it but I grab his hand, stopping him before he can go into the house.

“Daniel,” I whisper, my eyes darting anxiously towards the door. “Whatever happens in there – just

remember that I’m on your side, okay?”

“Fay,” he murmurs, frowning, turning back to me. “Why are you telling me this? What am I missing?”

I bite my lip, still glancing between him and the door. I can’t read Kent right now – have no idea, really,

what he’s going to do – or reveal – when the three of us are alone in his office. And despite the fact that

I caught Daniel with his lover last night, and the two of us aren’t exactly faithful to each other as far as

fiancés go, I think it will kill him if he finds out that his dad kissed me last night.

And that…well, that I kind of let him do it.

“Just…” I hesitate, looking up into his green eyes. “Let’s just be on each other’s team, okay Daniel?” I

plead, still hanging on to his hand.

In response, he gives my hand a squeeze. “Okay, Fay,” he says, smiling a little and pulling me towards

the house. “You’re right. I’m on your side.”

I smile too, relieved, and follow him into the house, still holding his hand. Kent isn’t in the kitchen when

we look around.

But Jerome is.

If only I had known then just how foolish I was to think that it couldn’t.