Chapter 0138

“Oh my god, Daniel,” I spit, blushing beet red and leaning forward across the table. “Are you serious? Before coffee?”

He leans back in his chair and glares at me. “What, do you think coffee is going to make this any better?”

“Yah,” I say, snatching his own tiny espresso cup from its place in front of him and quickly draining it. Screw him, I need this way

more than he does.

Daniel's mouth falls open a little when he sees what I’ve done. “Fay!” he complains, “that’s mine!”

I slam the cup back onto the table and glare at him in return. “Oops,” I say, cocking my head to the side and crossing my arms

over my chest as I lean back.

“You're being such a brat, Fay,” Daniel hisses, leaning over the table. “I can’t believe you're acting like this, after what you did to

me —

“What I did to you, Daniel?!” I exclaim, huffing in disbelief. “You're the one making crude accusations before I’ve barely had a

chance to sit down — and what business is it of yours anyway!”

“You're my fiancé! Of course it’s my business!” He retorts, his voice growing louder as he gets angrier.

“Am I?” I ask, sarcastic, unfolding my arms and putting my hands flat on the table so that I can better accuse him in return. “As

far as I know, you never asked me to marry you. Your dad told us we were engaged. And so, when it comes to dissolving the

engagement, it seems like that was his prerogative. And besides, where were you these past few days? If we were so engaged,

and so close, and so dedicated to each other, why weren’t you around, begging me to come back? You were probably out

somewhere, paying attention to your actual boyf-*

“Watch it,” Daniel growls, silencing me and looking around anxiously to make sure nobody heard.

I sit back in my chair, feeling cowed and guilty. Because, of course, I don’t want to ruin his life just because he’s being a jerk to

me. “I’m sorry,” I say, a little bitter. “I didn’t mean that. That last part. But everything else I did mean!”

“Fay,” Daniel grumbles, waving a hand to dismiss it all. “I saw you come down from the third floor — I saw what you were wearing,

and I know what he keeps up there.”

“Do you?” I ask, my eyes going wide.

“Fay,” Daniel pleads, exasperated, “can you please, for once, focus on what is actually important here?”

“Okay,” I say quickly, nodding. “Sorry. It’s just nuts what’s up there — have you gotten to see it all? Do you know what's in all of

those cabinets?”

Daniel just gives me a withering, exhausted stare and I bite my lip, realizing that I’ve done it again. “Sorry,” I murmur, and then I

look down at my hands and sigh. “Daniel, I haven’t slept with your dad.”

From the edges of my vision I can see him sit back in his chair in relief.

“But that doesn’t mean that I won't,” I continue, raising my eyes slowly to his.

Daniel's mouth falls open in disbelief

as he stares at me. I blink, surprised,

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slowly, opening my mouth to tell him

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I look up, my mouth still open, to see

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ti Ce ag his slim waist, his

clean-shaven cheeks below eyes with

dark circles beneath them.

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