Page 131 of Heartless Sinner

I’d ordered the damn flowers before I went to sleep and had them delivered the next day.

It was the first flowers I’d ever bought for a girl.

I scrolled to her response, finding the pictures of the flowers she’d sent me.

Daphne: One point for you.

Me: What do I do for another?

Daphne: Call me later. 2 a.m.

Me: I have an event with my father at 7 a.m.

Daphne: I know.

Daphne: Roses are just the beginning of impressing me.

I’d called her at two.

And every night after that whenever I could.

Those late-night conversations were what had fucked me.

I could’ve had the shittiest day imaginable, spent hours smiling for cameras and shaking the sweaty hands of people I fucking hated, and then Daphne would answer the phone and somehow make it better.

I locked my phone and massaged the back of my neck.

I shoved my phone into my pocket, stood, and grabbed my luggage from across the jet. The top shifted as I dragged it toward my seat.

Daphne was probably preparing to murder me in there.

I sat and unzipped it.

A furious blond came flying out like a jack-in-the-box from hell.

I barely had time to grab the scissors and cut her free before she stood and punched me in the arm.

“What the hell?” Philip yelled from behind me.

“Sit,” I hissed at Daphne, tapping the chair beside me as she ripped the tape off her lips. “Don’t make a scene.”

Her face burned a bright red.

She looked ready to punch me again until she noticed Philip charging toward us. That sure made her ass drop into the seat.

“Brooks—” Philip charged toward us, his buzzed gray head nearly brushing the cabin ceiling.

He said my name but glared at Daphne.

I held up a palm. “Relax.”

“Relax?” He threw an arm toward her. “You know who she is.”

“Yeah.” I leaned back in my seat. “My Fawn. Where I go, she goes.”

His brows pulled together.

I stared back, waiting for him to challenge me.