Page 41 of Broken Lies
No. I’m going to need to take a different approach here. “I need a favor.”
Kieran’s eyebrows briefly shoot up before briskly returning to their usual frown. “What?”
“My friend Lucy and I were meant to study together this afternoon.”
“So?”
“So, it’s a bit too late for me to cancel, and she really needs my help with this particular exam.”
“That sounds like a you problem.”
“Look, I doubt you’re going to let me go to the library, so can she come here to study for a few hours? I promise we’ll stay in my room.”
“No.”
“Kieran,please.”
“Is Princess Riley saying please?” He puts a hand to his chest in mock horror.
For a moment, I consider turning on the waterworks to double my chances of persuading Kieran to let me see my friend, but to my surprise, he gives in without further begging.
“Fine, but only if you stay in your room. This is my apartment, not a damn sorority house, although…”
His eyes purposefully roam over my outfit.
But unlucky for him, I’m wearing a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt that hide everything from view.
Not that I think it’s making much of a difference from the way his eyes darken.
“Such a pig.”
I’m startingto rethink my choice of not warning Lucy before she turned up at Kieran’s swanky penthouse that I had temporarily moved in with the resident whore of the Sullivan family. The bottle of wine that she’s holding almost goes crashing to the floor the moment she steps out of the elevator and takes a look around at my new digs.
“Oh, you have some explaining to do.”
As promised, I take Lucy immediately up to my room so we can stay out of Kieran’s way.
He’s locked himself away in his bunker, so I doubt he could hear us, but I don’t want to piss him off just in case, especially when I’m going to have to spend an evening in his presence.
I press my back against the door. “Did you bring the dresses?”
Lucy pats her overflowing tote bag. “Yeah. But tell me again why you needed them?”
Her eyes dart around my room, taking in the expensive furniture and the handful of belongings that I’ve scattered around.
“You might want to sit down first.”
Lucy’s eyes widen for a brief second before she plops down on the end of the bed and unscrews the bottle of wine.
“I…have a date.”
“A date.”
“Yes.”
“With whom?”
I take a deep breath, mentally bracing myself for the conversation I’m about to have.
