Page 14 of King of My Heart

He caught me. He had no idea who the fuck I was, but he knew I lied.

“You lied. Just then. The reason why you’re here. You lied about that,” he said dryly.

“But I am your son’s girlfriend,” I stated—which was still a lie—but he didn’t seem to think it was.

I sat down on the edge of the couch, my nerves still buzzing.

“I believe that,” he assured me.

Caspian’s sharp eyes were fixed on me, waiting, but his posture was casual, almost lazy, like he didn’t want to give me the satisfaction of knowing he cared at all about why I was there.

“You sure are strange looking.”

Again?

Damn, Caspian.

“How so?” I asked, not allowing him to critique how I looked without a good reason.

He studied me again, his eyes narrowing for a split second. He lifted his hand, waving it at me. “The eyes…”

“Heterochromia,” I explained.

One blue eye.

One brown eye.

“I know what heterochromia is.”

“Then why are you acting like you’ve seen it for the first time?” I challenged.

He didn’t react to that. He kept on studying me. “And the freckles. Strange pattern,” he stated.

Because my freckles were only scattered on the right side of my face. The side on which my brown eye was.

“I’m aware.”

“Beautiful.”

My jaw dropped, and his eyes widened.

He didn’t mean to say that out loud.

But after the initial shock, it made me feel some type of way.

“Thank you.”

He cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. “So,” he said, his tone flat. “What’s this about? Why are you really here?”

I took a deep breath. “Julian has talked about you a lot. Like, almost every week. And whenever he did, it was only negatively. At first, I didn’t really care about the things he said about because, well, you weren’t really in the picture. But themore he talked badly about you, and the more I started to learn about who you were as a person, the more I tried to understand what really happened between the two of you.”

I stopped, needing to take a breather. I hadn’t come here with a plan or actual reason, but the words I said sounded convincing. So convincing, in fact, that I started to believe it all myself.

My heartbeat slowed down when I saw the tension in his face ease a little, and because I was such an empath—or thought I was—I immediately felt bad about lying to him about my actual relationship status with his son. “And, uh, by the way…Julian’s my ex. We broke up a couple of months ago.”

That didn’t faze him.

Not one bit.

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