Page 65 of Plunge into Obsession

It didn’t work, and I had never felt so conflicted in my life.

I let out a small yawn as Kaia turned into the parking lot of the club.

I rolled the window back up and glanced at her.

I was sure she would have noticed my odd behavior had she not been acting so odd as well.

“Are you okay?” I asked after she parked and turned off her car but made no move to get out.

We were early to work, so I wasn’t in a rush to get out of the car.

“Huh? Yeah. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been distracted.”

“You’re one to talk,” she replied, shooting me a look heavy with meaning.

So she had noticed my behavior.

“What happened between you and Gabriel that night?” she asked.

I turned away from her, taking in the nearly full parking lot in the back. We were early, but almost all the employees were here already.

“I told you. We slept together, and then he left for his trip to New York the next morning.”

I hadn’t told her about the abrupt way he had done it, or the note that scared me the more I thought about it, or the fact that I might be scared, but that didn’t stop me from missing him for the past three weeks.

I didn’t know what to think or feel about all of this.

Gabriel was just so… fucking confusing.

In front of us, a fancy black car pulled up, and my heart stuttered at the sight. It was too nice to belong to any of the employees here, and it was similar to the one Gabriel had taken me in when he brought me home with him.

Was he back?

But much to my disappointment, the back door opened, and the man who came out of the car wasn’t Gabriel, but Raphael.

Beside me, I heard Kaia’s breath catch.

I glanced at her to find her eyes directly on the man.

What…

What was happening?

The night we went to the bar, Raphael had been the one to drive her home, but she didn’t tell me what happened between them—ifanything happened—and I didn’t bother to ask, because why would the question even come to mind?

Kaia and Raphael barely interacted… had they?

I watched as Raphael looked around, the last remaining hour of sun in the day catching his light blue-gray eyes, making them glint before he turned them toward us.

His eyes briefly met mine through the window before they moved to Kaia and stayed.

The tension in the car shifted—so thick, I felt almost uncomfortable.

The thing with Kaia was—she didn’t date.

Not as long as I had known her, and maybe not even before that.

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