Page 129 of Wild Thing
For a split second, I saw panic flicker across his face, before his eyes went cold. Without another glance in my direction, he turned away and resumed his conversation with the man sitting to his left, a man I didn’t recognize.
His acting was… believable.
No nod. No smile. No flicker of recognition. He acted as if I were just another face in the crowd.
As if we hadn’t been fucking each other senseless for the past few days. As if I didn't just have his dick in my mouth less than half an hour ago.
As if he didn't just tell me he loved me.
His ability to shut me out so completely, to act as though I meant nothing, felt like a knife to my heart. It wastoobelievable.
Greg gestured toward the man seated next to Brax with a sweep of his hand.
"Henderson, this is Dylan," he introduced. "Dylan's the interior designer I was telling you about—for Studio Pase. She’s from Gellar and Summers."
Henderson looked up from his seat, offering me a warm smile as he extended his hand. "Hi, Dylan, pleasure to meet you."
“Nice to meet you," I replied, shaking his hand.
The conversation quickly veered into small talk, the kind of surface-level chatter that I fucking despise.
I felt out of place as I was the only standing.
“You’ve met everyone else, haven’t you?” Greg asked.
I glanced around the table to see that every pair of eyes was now on me, including Brax’s and Ally’s.
Brax’s gaze was cool and detached. Ally’s, however, was something else. She was staring at me with an intensity that made me self-conscious.
I shifted in my stance, acutely aware of the dress I was wearing.
“Yes, I think so,” I replied, the words automatic.
Greg’s voice sliced through the air, casual and nonchalantly as he gestured toward Ally. "Ah, you wouldn’t have met the lovely Ally yet," he said, as if introducing any other acquaintance at a gala. "Brax’s fiancée."
Time itself seemed to freeze.
The earth had stopped spinning.
The ground slipped away from under me.
Frozen on the spot, my vision warped and my hearing went fuzzy, like a white noise machine had been switched on.
I was suspended in a single, breathless moment.
Fiancée?!
My eyes found Brax.
His expression was one of utter shock, as though he'd been the one slapped across the face. His lips parted, but no words cameout. His gaze flickered between me and Ally, like he was trying to decide which one of us he should focus on.
That cannot be real.
Brax would’ve told me. He wouldn’t have kept something as huge from me, not after everything we’d shared, everything we'd been through.
He wouldn’t have lied to me.
Would he?
