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I’m sure even Barbie sometimes wanted to dress like an assassin about to kill a man.
He snorts. “Like you know anything about manners. I’ve seen you in the tabloids, princess. And I’ve heard first-hand the shitty way you talk to your staff. What was it?” He pretends to think. “Screw this up, and you’re fucking fired? Was that what you said to your PR woman before you came in here?”
“Feel free to take a seat.” He waves at the table. “Thanks. I actually own them all, but I appreciate the offer.”
My hand itches to spread out and fit that curve in my palm. Great.
“Sorry, sorry. I know you hate when I talk about work. Tonight is about you, baby.”
“CARTER,” Glen roars. My stomach drops. Kenta’s already pushing past me into the bathroom. When I step in behind him, I pull up short.
But this man just told me I was essentially a symbol of happiness for him for years.
“You hug like a mannequin. Stroke my hair.”
He doesn’t look like an ex-soldier. He just looks like a scared little boy.
“It does,” he says, his voice rasping. His eyes burn into mine. “It kills me to think of you getting hurt, Briar.”
“My body doesn’t even feel right without yours anymore.”
“You did all of this to protect yourself,” he realises. “You didn’t want to make yourself hard. You just wanted to keep the soft parts of you safe from everyone else.”
It usually takes me hours to get back to sleep after a nightmare, but with Briar’s heartbeat pressed against my cheek, I’m out in minutes.
The only problem is, when she finds out that I lied to her, she’s going to absolutely hate me. It surprises me how much that thought terrifies me.
He shrugs, like it’s a minor demand. “The premiere tonight. You’re not going.” He nods to the dress. “Get out of that. I’ll have Kenta pick up some takeaway.”
He looks down at our joined hands. His throat jumps. “I love her,” he says suddenly. “I noticed.” His fingers tighten on mine, gripping me hard, and my heart just about breaks.
“A bit of me wouldn’t have died, if you went. I just wouldn’t exist anymore. I’d—I’d be done. It would all just go dark. I wouldn’t come back from it.”