Chasing Heartbreak (Dark Love #6) - Kat T. Masen Page 0,52
me anything.”
“It’s about Noah.”
“I figured as much.”
“Wait, you did?”
“If I’m brutally honest, yes.”
I fall silent, unsure how to ask the question on the tip of my tongue. “How much do you know?”
“I know enough.”
“Oh…”
“Is that your question?”
I wanted to ask more, but all of a sudden, involving Lex seems inappropriate. I don’t want to muddle their bro code nor come off like some needy woman.
“Do you want my perspective?” he asks, then continues, “Though you make not like it.”
“You know I’ve always respected your opinion.”
“Noah is different around you. Life has been injected back into him. He’s done it tough the last few years, and last weekend proved what was missing in his life.”
“What’s that?”
“You.”
The simple word holds so much weight, the weight tugging me in all different directions and causing my inability to sleep or function as a normal human being.
“Lex, it’s not that simple.”
“Do you know what the problem is? You’re always in control of your life. And now you are powerless. I understand exactly how that feels. But good things can come from us letting go.”
“Everything in my life will change…” I trail off, closing my eyes to gather my thoughts. “It just wouldn’t work. He has his life, and I have mine.”
“Take it from me, overthinking is the devil’s playground. There are some things in life where natural progression is inevitable, and falling in love with someone is one of those things.”
“I never said I was falling in love with Noah,” I defend openly.
“You didn’t have to, Kate. I’m a keen observer. It’s why I’m a billionaire.”
I laugh softly. “I forgot about that.”
“Why don’t you fly out next weekend for Amelia’s birthday? I insist you stay with us. Make it a week so you can catch up with Charlotte and the girls. Javier can cover the office while you’re gone.”
“Amelia’s birthday, right,” I say with a heavy sigh. “I’d love to, but these contracts—”
“It’s not a suggestion but rather a demand,” he states firmly. “Remember who’s the boss?”
“Fine,” I tell him. “But I’m warning you… I’m this close to complaining to HR about your attitude.”
Lex chuckles, easing my worry. “It’ll be good to have you back home.”
Home—there’s that word again.
Our conversation shifts to work as it always does with us. Lex strongly suggests I call it a day and go out to unwind before I end up firing my entire team. He isn’t entirely wrong. I’ve had enough of incompetence, and today is the wrong day to fuck up under my watch.
Emile, my personal assistant, joins me for a late dinner at a small restaurant near the office. The chef is known for his stunning good looks and ability to make any cuisine taste perfect. We order the expensive champagne, laughing as we drink and eat ourselves into a stupor.
“What are we celebrating?”
“Life,” I announce, holding my glass in the air. “No celebrating, just Lex’s orders to go unwind.”
“It’s been crazy the last week. I didn’t get a chance to ask you how last weekend was?”
“Where do I begin…”
Four glasses later, I spilled the entire beans, including my affair with Dominic. It felt good to get it all out, though Emile is stunned at my admission, her big blue eyes becoming wider with curiosity the more I speak.
“Okay, so let’s start with Dominic. What are you going to do?”
“Nothing. There’s nothing to do. I’m not going to be his mistress because Allegra wants me to be. It’s complicated, and it’s not really what I want anymore…”
“You want Noah?”
“I don’t know what I want. I know that when Dominic and I were doing what we did, I felt powerful. He made me feel like a woman,” I say with honesty, knowing the glasses of champagne have something to do with it. “But when I’m with Noah… it’s just…”
“Parfaite?” She smiles while tossing her long chocolate-brown hair to the side.
“Not exactly perfect. We argue a lot.” I grin fondly. “But there’s just something between us I can’t explain. He makes me feel safe, but he understands my passions. I’m not a toy to him, nor a mistress…”
Emile leans forward, placing her hand on mine. Her fingers are adorned with rings and her nails perfectly manicured. “There’s a saying in French, Entre deux cœurs qui s’aiment, nul besoin de paroles.”
“Between two hearts that love each other, no need for words,” I repeat, letting out a sigh. “Love is a strong word.”
“Oui,” she says, her gaze fixated on mine. “Don’t let it slip away because you’re scared. This could be