Page 95 of Strictly Business

He also cheated on you.

My phone dings with another text.

Liam:

Please, Amara. I need to see you.

I suck in a breath. There were so many things left unsaid, so many questions I never got answers to.

My fingers hover over the keyboard, and before I can stop myself, I type:

Me:

What do you want to talk about?

The reply comes almost instantly.

Liam:

I think we should talk in person. I’m outside your apartment.

My brows furrow, and my eyes dart to elevator doors as if expecting to see him standing there.

Me:

How do you know where I live?

Liam:

I still have your location on my phone.

Let me come up. Please.

I stare at the message, my thoughts spinning. I don’t want to see him. I don’t want to talk to him. I don’t want to look into his eyes and remember what I used to love about him, knowing someone else saw it too.

Me:

I don’t think that’s a good idea. Nicholas will be home soon.

Liam:

All I need is a few minutes. Please.

My jaw clenches, and I pace the living room, glancing at the screen, half-tempted to tell him to go to hell. But then I find myself typing one word.

Me:

Okay.

The seconds stretch into an eternity as I pace the living room, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. I don’t know why I agreed. Closure, maybe. Or a reminder of why I left.

The elevator doors open and I stop pacing as I glance toward them, seeing Liam standing there, looking both familiar and foreign. He’s thinner than I remember, his jawline sharper, his hair scruffy in a way that used to make me weak in the knees. But now? Now all I see is the man who broke me.

“Thank you for meeting with me,” he says, his bright blue eyes scanning my face. “You look really good, Amara.”

“What do you want, Liam?” My voice is sharper than I thought it would be considering I was in love with him a few months ago.

He licks his lips, taking a step closer. “I wanted to talk to you.”

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