Page 24 of Off Limits Mogul
“You must be tired.” His tone is clipped. “Don’t worry about the dishes. You know where you’re sleeping and you know where everything is. You also have my number in case?—”
“Where are you going?”
“It’s clear my presence turns your stomach.” His words are as heavy as lead.
“No, it doesn’t––”
“I’m going for a drive. Don’t wait up for me.” My plea falls on deaf ears.
“I’m sorry.”
He cocks an eyebrow, his sharp gaze filleting me open. “It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” Arctic air emanates from his body.
“I’m jetlagged.”God, that sounds lame.
His incredulous stare makes me wish I could dig a hole and crawl into it.
“Well before leaving LA you were hot-cold, hot-cold,” he says. “Pick a temperature, but please stop with the bitchiness. Since you have concerns about coming nose-to-nose with the women I fuck, I’ll make arrangements to find you a hotel or some other place for you to stay. I’ll get on it first thing tomorrow. I might not be able to find an accommodation until Monday, but this is a big house, we should be able to ignore each other until then.” His gorgeous features morph into such disdain.
“Rhys––” I reach out for his arm.
He steps back, putting a galaxy between us.
Fuck.
“Good night, Keira.”
With that, he stomps out of the kitchen, his receding back fading with every step.
A minute passes.
Another.
And another.
After five minutes, realization sets in like a storm.
I sit there cursing my stupid mouth.
My head is all sorts of fucked up, my heart pounding into my ears.
Where did all this come from?
I guess it’s true what they say. There’s a fine line between love and hate.
This isn’t the first time I’ve allowed my feelings for him to make me act like a complete bitch.
This time, I might have gone too far.
Chapter 7
Rhys
Iprop my elbows on the bar, motioning with my glass to catch the bartender’s attention. “I’ll have three more fingers.”
The bartender nods and obliges.
I thank him and polish off the amber liquid in one gulp.
