Chapter 67

Chapter 67

KYLAN'S POV

It was a weird form of torture, being next to Katrina on the plane, watching her try and cope with her fight anxiety by herself. Kylan wanted to touch her, to comfort her, but he knew he had no right to

He knew his touch, his comfort, was likely the last thing Katrina wanted from him. He felt helpless, Helpless and more trapped than even the plane was making his assistant feel

The trony between the night before and now was incredible. Not twenty-four hours ago, he hæl been inside this woman. Caressing her, Bringing her to the brink of incredible pleasure. And now he couldn't bring himself to talk to her. It was pathetic. He was pathetic.

It was seven hours of quiet hell, being next to Katrina while Kylan pretended to pay attention to different documents on his laptop. Anxiety rolled off her in waves, clouding up the space and nearly sufling Kylan.

During the last hour before landing in New York, Kylan managed to loosen the chain around his neck a miniscule amount.

"One hour left. Would you like me to order you a drink?" he murmured to Katrina, unable to help himself any longer.

"I can order my own drink if I need it, thank you," Katrina responded curdy.

Kylan worked to keep his face neutral and smooth like he always did. He didn't respond to her, allowing her the space to be again.

He didn't blame her. He wouldn't want to talk to him right now, either.

Upon landing in New York City, Kylan handled the luggage on the way to Oscar. It was snowing outside, the mid-December weather out in force. It was not unlike how Kylan himself was feeling right now. Full

With Katrina beside him, they walked to their driver. At the sight of him, Katrina picked up her pace and hugged him tightly the moment she reached him concem, the love

"Chear, how are you? You must be freezing out here. Are you alright? You look pale. We should have called a taxi." Katrina's open co lacing her tone, nearly caused Kylan to melt. She was so good. So kind. So much the opposite of himself. fine. Sweet Girl Are you okay? You're home early" Kylan could feel Oscar looking between the pair of them, and he averted his own gaze

get going so you can go to bed. And please, drive me to. my aparment." Karrina's voice was strained, and it was harder for Kylan not to look at her. "Right.

to Katrina's apartment was silent, filled with unaddressed tension. Upon arriving, Kylan didn't know if he should

apartment or not.

you"

"No

I've got it" Katrina wasn't looking at him, hurrying

When you get back. I'll see you." God, he wanted to beg her to stay. To beg her to listen to what he couldn't say, but so completely wanted

Sir." Katrina took the suitcase Oscar gave her and Kylan watched her disappear into her building a moment later, her hair

his eyes, pinching the bridge of his

clipped to pulled him

fists on his lap. "Drive, Oscar"

"I'll drive only

hoeland. That girl. Katrina. She's special, Kylan. Special. Do you understand what m laying?" Oxcar

most unlike his driver. He

driver from the beginning. Kylan was silent, not

a week. That seemed okay. It didn't tell Oscar everything, but it gave

understand that? Do you

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Chapter 67

was. Kylan knew he was. He was lucky. And he didn't earn any of it. The shadows in his mind would never allow h to

not forget your place here," Rylan snapped at him. He regretted it instantly, of course, but he couldn't take it back. He didn't know how. He didn't think he

been privy to a lot of your with her over the years, especially over the last two and a half months, I know that- Oscar was cut off by a violent rough suddenly passing

ham.

eyes narrowed on his driver. "Did you get your test results, Oscar?" he asked

now. "It's They diagnosed me. He avoided Kylan's gaze in the rearview mirror. "What is it?" Kylan demanded, not certain he wanted to hear the answer when he already felt

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