Chasing Heartbreak (Dark Love #6) - Kat T. Masen Page 0,75

Morgan say?”

There are so many questions, questions that need answering.

“I’ll take care of Morgan. You shouldn’t be concerned about her. Jessa will love to have you around. Nash doesn’t even know where his nose is yet. Just say yes, Kate, say you’ll come. Please.”

“Yes… Noah. Yes.” I grin hopelessly.

“You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”

“Hmm…” I start removing my tank top, moving toward the shower. “I think I can make you happier.”

I can hear the smirk smothering his face even though we can’t see each other. “I bet you can. Shall I switch us to video call?”

“You know me too well, Mr. Mason.”

KATE

It’s full steam ahead with my transition to LA.

Lex wants me full-time in the States within eight weeks. Easier said than done—I need to haul some serious ass.

Javier is taking over my role in Paris, and unfortunately for him, he has been paired with a much older personal assistant. I know he’d have gladly worked with Emile, given his interest in her during several corporate functions, but I wasn’t going to let her go. I offered her a role as my assistant in LA, which she is ecstatic about. All she needs to do is say goodbye to her French boyfriend, Louis, and pack her bags to join me.

With so many things happening at one time, the days become a constant blur. Emile is tasked with packing up my apartment, along with organizing my belongings to be shipped to the States. It turns out I’ve accumulated more clothes and accessories than I thought, which prompts a significant wardrobe cull.

It’s meeting after meeting until Lex calls and wants me to fly over for a quick introduction with the new team. It’s supposed to be for only three days, and despite my heavy workload here, I only agree so I can see Noah. It’s been six weeks of built-up sexual frustration, which video calls simply can’t satisfy.

As I land in LAX, previously my most hated airport in the world, I welcome its chaos with open arms. Everything feels exactly the same as last time, yet completely different.

Setting foot on American soil means I’m this much closer to touching Noah.

It’s early morning, and I’m not due in the office until lunchtime. I choose to hire a car this time due to the jam-packed schedule I have planned for the next three days, some of which involve off-site meetings.

Knowing that Noah is busy with work, which he doesn’t argue the fact, I drive over to Charlie’s place since she’s working from home today. I desperately need a shower to wash off the plane smell and look presentable when meeting everyone at the new office.

“You’re here!” Charlie runs outside with Addison following her. “Soon, I won’t have to greet you with such enthusiasm.”

We hug each other tightly before Addison demands my attention. Of all the three girls, she’s the only one who looks like Charlie only because of the color of her mousy brown hair. They all possess Lex’s green eyes, which Charlie often jokes about him definitely being their father. The joke, while humorous, never sits well with Lex.

I head straight for the shower, scrubbing away the awful travel smell, and then change into my ivory silk blouse and black pencil skirt. Beneath the skirt, I wear my garters and pantyhose, coupled with my Christian Louboutins. I plan to change into a different outfit for my date with Noah tonight—some restaurant in Malibu which will hopefully end with some much-needed sex.

It’s been that long, and there’s only so much a woman do to help herself.

Before heading to the office, I want to make one pit stop. It has weighed heavily on my mind since our altercation at Amelia’s party, and I know that I’m hugely to blame for what happened. Admitting my mistakes isn’t my greatest strength, yet losing a close friend is not something I want to happen either.

My knuckles tap on the door. Minutes later, Eric opens it, dressed in a sharp gray suit.

“Oh.” He eyes me dubiously before glancing aside. “It’s you.”

“Can I come in, please?”

With his mouth set in a hard line and arms crossed, he motions for me to follow him inside. Eric’s condo is modern with gorgeous views of the Hollywood Hills. He lives here with Tristan, who has become this mega movie star. Who would have figured? The two of them an unlikely couple, yet they never can stay apart.

“I brought this for you.” I hand him a white box with a red bow, gesturing