Chapter 43. Looming Scandal

When the fist finally loosened its hold on my chest, I realized Colt was mopping sweat off my brows.

Those hazel eyes bright with worry, his brows knitted in concentration.

“Stop this.” I pushed away from him, standing up. Then I stood still for a second because the room contracted and expanded around me.

I gulped air down and continued, “Stop the pretense. All you had to do was be honest.”

I walked around him, as he stared up at me, perplexed. 

I kept my eyes away from the Oscar-worthy shot of him on one knee, wet rag in hand, and staring up at me with innocent eyes.

“You wanted to fuck?” I glanced at him, “I wanted the same too. Hated your brother and wanted to fuck him over? Hell yea, count me in.” 

I raised the camera still in my hand.

“But this?” I shook my head. “I don’t play shit like this. I am too old for games.”

“How're you feeling now?” His voice was calm as he stood up, throwing me off guard.

I had no idea Co