Chapter 87. Couple's Spat

Jared POV

“What did she come here to do, Jared?” She pushed herself away from me as I tried to help her to her feet, her turquoise-blue orbs staring heatedly at me.

“It’s nothing. Just let me help you up.” I tried again, but she would not let me. Unexpectedly, anger coursed through me. “Fine! Remain on the floor then!”

I rose to my feet and went to occupy my own chair, my head spinning spirally with conflicted thoughts. Why had I kissed her? What was the motive behind that kiss, and the way she had kissed me back? Dear Lord, it felt like old times. Illicit affairs from six years ago sprang to mind, flooding me with feelings I didn’t want to feel—feelings I should definitely not be feeling. I was a married man, and she was a woman who hated me. I wanted to bash my head against a wall for that kiss. Then her eyes, just before she’d left—the betrayal, the pain. Guilt wrapped