Page 112 of Manhattan Secret

It won’t take much detective work at all to figure out if I’m right about this frat house being the HQ for those in status power.

And I just bet Lachlan lords over all of them.

The ratio of men to women differs about six to two, there’s bodies everywhere sucking up the air, I practically see the steam, and when I turn a corner, it’s easy to spot Lachlan on one of the brown couches against the far wall of the living room, the sun from the bay window on his right hits his face perfectly to shadow his stubble and incredible eyes.

Almost like my body has a homing system on the love of my life and can pick him out of a riot of people.

My whole body freezes.

He looks so good and the emotions I’ve tried to keep at bay while I got through this week so I could get here, all break-through my floodgates.

He looksamazing.

My starved eyes gulp him in, while my heart tries to race me across the room.

He’s the same man I left. Incredibly large and long in limbs. Filled out muscles under his tanned skin, with his sharp shoulders exposed in the white fitted sports shirt, that sculpts his torso tight enough to see the hardness beneath. His long legs are man-spread out in front of him, encased in black running pants and sneakers.

He looks relaxed and carefree.

He lookshappy.

And then my thunderous heartbeats get harder and louder because Lachlan isn’t alone, I notice.

The crater of pain in my chest I’ve held onto this entire time—the only thing functioning, begins to yawn its gaping hole at the sight of my man-boy cradled either side by two hot girls.

Both fawning over Lachlan like he’s a prince.

Which he is.My prince. He’s always been my prince and I never told him.

They’re touching his hair, flirting their fingers over his chest.

And he in turn, smiles and laughs at them both.

Bile claws into my throat, choking me.

Panic sets in.

I shouldn’t have come.

I’m too late.

I have no business coming here expecting him to be sad and lonely like I am and waiting for me.

Stupid.

But before I can make my escape, it’s as if the crowd parts and only the two of us remain, because I’m hit with a spray of bullets all colored in vivid blue.

His eyes latch onto me and I watch the carefree smile fall from his face in a matter of seconds.

Pure darkness covers his strong cheekbones and while I watch a flare of something I recognize in his eyes, it’s gone a second later when he hauls himself up from the couch, amid protests from the girls and he strides towards me, swerving his big body through the crowd. Never breaking that dark stare.

All my forbidden love rushes forward, filling my throat with nerves.

It unfurls and begs to crawl towards him.

Despite the anger radiating off Lachie in short, piercing waves, I’m so damn happy to see him, I begin to smile.

He isn’t smiling when he reaches me, soaring like the aforementioned prince.

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