Chapter 115

ATHENA

I've had so many situations that took my breath away.

Literally.

But the man standing here before me, with his jaw clenched and eyes that flicker like a storm about to strike tops the list by far.

My mouth dries up. My pulse screams in my ears. And for a second, I forget to breathe altogether.

I crouch down quickly, stuffing the toothbrush back into the resealable bag like it's nothing more than a spilled pen.

Casual.

Cool.

Calm.

All the things I am absolutely not right now.

His shoes move closer, and they match the fast beating of my heart.

Ta ta ta ta

Silence.

When I look up, I realize the sound had stopped because he's now close.

"You didn't answer me," he says, his voice lower now.

My fingers fumble with the zipper of my purse.

"Rayen asked me to get him something," I lie, though my voice wavers near the end.

"I was just grabbing it."

Or I could have just said he invited me, but that's even worse.

invites you, and you end

Oh God!

tilts his head, his gaze sweeping over my face, reading me like a

land on the bag like

help getting a toothbrush from his own

Shit.

lip. "Since he wanted to show me his toys and ran off mid-sentence? I don't know, Alex. He's three. He does

his suit jacket shifting slightly with the motion.

a microscope. Like he's seeing past

his father, who lifts him up and throws him in the

warms

bastard I've ever known, but

heart, and something tugs on my heart

this over with

the truth. But not like this. Not without proof.

take a breath and offer Rayen

have to get going, okay? It was great seeing your room and

leaving already? Daddy has a big house. Why don't you

it or

are staring at me. That intense stare that makes me

wave him goodbye and rush out as fast as my legs can carry me. Not bothering to say

later, I'm in Zayan's office with a pounding heart and fear strong

He says as he

I sigh.

a long

I give him a small

thanking me, or I'll start getting mad." He says

and places it on my

blanket in your office?" I

don't?" He teases,

more like it. I

what I need to anchor myself. But the weight in my chest hasn't moved. It sits there like a stone, pressing down, reminding me why I'm here

me quietly, his fingers tapping lightly against the edge of

to chaos. Unlike Alex, whose very presence feels like a thunderstorm. Zayan is

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