Dirty Little Secret: A Billionaire Romance Duet - Mika Lane Page 0,47

outside the club, here in the real world. In my real world. And yours.”

“Miss, are you okay?” the bartender asked.

“Yes, thank you. I’ll be fine.”

I slid off my barstool, stepping away from Varden, but he only moved toward me.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

The disappointment washed over me like acid, causing searing pain.

“How could you?” I mumbled. My eyes filled with tears despite my effort to deny them. The disappointment—the goddamn disappointment—that someone I’d begun to fall for had taken me for such a fool.

I was a fool. A huge fucking fool. To think I could write a superstar story for the Post, and attract some mysterious and sexy man at the same time.

Fucking idiot. That’s me.

I hightailed it out of the Four Seasons. God I hoped I never saw G, or Varden, or whatever the hell his name was, again.

Chapter 32

Varden

Seeing how fucking devastated Saffi was at finding out who I really was—well, that was one of the low points of my life.

And there had been a lot of low points.

I’d thought she’d be annoyed. Maybe even pissed. But not hysterical with pain at my deceit.

She hated me. And in that moment, I hated myself.

She ran out of the bar, and for a second I thought I owed it to her not to follow. But I ran after her, anyway, grabbing her arm as soon as we hit the hotel lobby. I didn’t want to attract the attention of hotel security or the well-heeled guests going about their business, but if I didn’t get her to calm down quickly, we’d be creating a scene that wasn’t going to be pretty.

“Saffi, dammit, would you wait just a minute?” I said.

She whirled around and tried to shake free. “Let go of me,” she hissed, tears flowing.

“I need to tell you something very important. Please, just listen. It’s for your own safety. After I’m done, if you want to take off, that’s fine,” I pleaded. “I wouldn’t blame you at all if you did. My not telling you who I was when I knew your identity was a shitty thing to do.”

“No kidding, you asshole. And why did you do it, then? Ugh, and to think you’re my father’s business associate.” She looked at the floor, shoulders shaking.

“Please, Saffi. Just sit here with me. I need five minutes.” I tilted my head toward the lobby’s only unoccupied seating area.

“Five minutes.”

“C’mon.” I led her to a chair and sat directly opposite her.

She looked at me impatiently.

“Saffi, I had a meeting with your dad recently, and he mentioned you’re working on an undercover story for the paper. I immediately figured out it was Club Silk.”

The color drained from her face. “You didn’t tell him anything about the club, did you?”

“No. God, no. I think he thinks you’re investigating a country club or something. And he has no idea we’ve been…together. Anyway, I was immediately concerned about protecting my own privacy.” I looked around the hotel lobby. “I have a lot at stake. But you know that.”

“I’m not surprised. Thinking of yourself and no one else,” she snapped.

She hadn’t exactly been honest, either, but I would get to that.

“Then it became clear to me that M was on to you, suspicious about something.”

“What did you tell her?” she hissed.

“Hold on. Jesus, I didn’t tell her a thing.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. I never would have guessed she was so full of fire.

“You didn’t?” she asked.

“Are you kidding? Give me some fucking credit. I wasn’t going to let her know I knew you or what you were up to. But listen. She’s kept after me, asking me questions, demanding I get info. It’s fucking crazy.”

“What did you tell her?”

“That I knew nothing about you. I lied.”

“How do I know you didn’t give me away to her?” she asked.

“You’d know. For one, she wouldn’t let you get near the place. But for another…well, she knows a lot of people.”

She looked confused. Was she really that naive?

“And the people she knows, they’re not all particularly…nice.”

The color drained from her face as her expression shifted from anger to the unsteadiness of fear.

“She’s suspicious of you. Look, she couldn’t successfully run a club like Silk for as long as she has without a good sense of people. The point is, she doesn’t know what you’re up to. But I’m afraid she’ll push till she finds out.”

Saffi looked at her watch. “Thank you for the information.” She stood to leave.

I held up a hand. “Wait, I’m not done.”

“What?” She parked her hands