Page 70 of P.S. I'm Still Yours
I move closer, my confidence dwindling when his tall frame towers over me. “I haven’t done anything to you. And I sure as hell don’t deserve whatever that was.”
I think I see a drop of guilt shooting across his gaze, but he chases it away too quickly for me to be sure.
“I get it, you don’t want me living in your house. Well, guess what, superstar? I don’t want to be here either, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to treat you like anything less than a fucking human being.”
God knows I should treat him like dog shit after what he did to me. He made young Hadley’s wildest dream come true before ripping it away.
He didn’t have to kiss me the day before he left. Especially when he knew there would be no tomorrow for us.
He didn’t have to set my heart on fire and watch it burn.
But he did.
Still, I’m going to be cordial with him. I’m going to smile when our moms are in the room, and I’m going to pretend like I don’t wish the earth would open up and swallow him whole.
“From now on, you’re going to treat me with basic human decency, you got that?”
He doesn’t answer right away, his glare hinting at the shock he’s trying to snuff out.
He scans my face, zeroing in on my mouth for a split second, and plunges his gaze back into mine. “Fine.”
Then he disappears up the stairs.
A clapping sound startles me. “Okay, you have got to show me how you did that.”
I glance over my shoulder and find Drea gaping at me from the doorway. How long has she been standing there?
“How I did what?”
She makes her way over. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to knock some sense into that jackass? Kane Wilder doesn’t listen, and he sure as hell doesn’t admit when he’s wrong.”
“Technically, he didn’t say that,” I point out.
“Yeah, but he didn’t argue either. He just stood there and took it. I mean, shit, girl. Are you a wizard?”
Her question makes me laugh.
“I wish.” If I were, I would go back in time and stop Gray from going to work that day.
She gestures to follow her to the living room. “Come on, I need to pick your brain.”
Scar is sitting in the one-seater, scrolling on his phone, when we come in, but I catch him eye-fucking Drea when she’s not looking. The heat in his eyes is impossible to miss.
Drea and I spend the next forty-five minutes making small talk, and I find out that she’s the furthest thing from an open book.
She’s vague in the way she answers my questions, and humor seems to be her go-to whenever she doesn’t want to talk about something, but I still manage to learn a few things about her—like the fact that her full name is Andrea and that she only got the job as Kane’s publicist because his old manager, Joshua, used to date her mom.
She makes that Josh guy sound like such a good guy.
What kind of saint would help out his ex’s daughter?
And why do I get the feeling that his nice-guy persona is a load of shit?
From the few articles I’ve read online, Joshua Caldwell is known as a generous, compassionate man who donates tons of money to charities every year.
I can’t help thinking that if he was a saint, Kane wouldn’t have gone off on him like that. He wouldn’t have attacked him unless he had a reason to.
Or maybe I’m wrong.