Page 28 of Ricochet
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing, I just thought you might be here tonight to meet Nathan.”
Well, fuckety fuck.
“I’m sorry, babe, but I really do need to go to Ventus. There’s something going on with Kieran, and I need to try and salvage what’s left of our relationship.”
“I understand.” She stood up, and I followed suit. “Do you want to go with me to the pharmacy tomorrow or the day after? I would really like to find out if I am pregnant or not, and I don’t want to have any of the guards breathing down my neck.”
“Of course.” I pulled her to me, hugging her. “I would be glad to go with you.”
She hugged me back, rubbing circles on my back.
“Thank you, Phee. Now,” she pulled back, “go and kick some sense into my brother.”
* * *
Here we go.
The tall building in front of me felt imposing, and for some unknown reason, I felt nervous knowing I would see Kieran in less than five minutes. He’s been avoiding me for the last month, and we’d only managed to see each other one time.
Honestly, that one time would’ve been better if it never even happened.
The wind was howling on the streets, and I hugged my coat tighter around me, heading to the entrance of Kieran’s building. The key he gave me felt heavy in my hand, and I just hoped he was actually home.
But hell, even if he wasn’t I could still surprise him once he came back.
A couple exited the building, and I used the momentum to slip inside, passing next to the security desk that stood empty. I guess I’d be able to just slip in without anybody noticing me. The elevator was already open when I came to it, and I pressed the button for the twentieth floor, leaning against the wall as I started ascending to my destination.
“Please be home, please be home,” I murmured to myself.
Well, unless the secretary in his office lied to me, he should definitely be here.
The doors opened, and I started slowly walking toward his apartment, my steps echoing in the hallway.
There it was,210B.
I pushed the key into the lock, turning it around, the clicking sound of the door unlocking, breaking the silence around me.
I always loved his apartment. The floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the living room made sure that the sunsets here looked like something out of a fairy tale.
I unfortunately felt as if I stepped into a nightmare, as my eyes zeroed in on a disposed bra on the sofa that definitely didn’t belong to me. My heart thundered in my chest, as a female moan came from the location of the bedroom.
No, no, no...
I followed the trail of disposed clothes on the floor. The pants and the shirt were definitely Kieran’s.
A camisole, a skirt... I was ready to kill them both.
Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the bedroom—our motherfucking bedroom. The same one where he told me he loved me for the first time. The one where he officially asked me to marry him, and this fucking asshole dared to bring somebody else here.
The door was left open, and I shouldered my way in, the scene in front of me enough to bring me to my knees.
But this bitch didn’t kneel. Not in front of a tragedy, and definitely not in front of a man.
Kieran’s hands were gripping the hips of a redhead I knew way too well, grunting as he thrust into her from behind. He seemed lost in pleasure; lost in everything they were doing.
He was with Cynthia, fucking her where I laid my soul bare to him. Taking her where I left my heart and never even thought of taking it back.
