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“Where even are we?” Robin asks.
“Seojun’s apartment.’
“Hang on. He lives here? What does your fiancé do, exactly, Jack-Jack?” Zeke asks.
What do I tell them now? And how? How can I tell them what happened to me and still convince them Seojun isn’t a bad guy?
“That-that’s…complicated,” I manage to say. It’s better than lying again.
“This is so weird,” Brandon says, and I smile at him.
“Weird doesn’t necessarily mean bad.”
Brandon grimaces.
“Didn’t say it does, but now that you mention it, it’s usually bad. Actually, it’s always bad. Oh God. Am I weird?” He breaks into tears again and Zeke hugs him, patting his back affectionately.
“Where is the man of the hour anyway?” Robin asks.
I open my mouth to answer them when it hits me.
He’s not here.
How is this possible? And why didn’t I realize how weird it was that he wasn’t with me when he excused himself to go get ready?
I look around, searching for him. He must be near if I’m not in pain. Right? He must be here somewhere.
I push my jacket sleeve up and unbutton my shirt so I can look at my arm when the room goes quiet.
Seojun appears in the hallway in a striking salmon-shaded, loose-fitted suit made of silk and crystals that make him look like a walking gemstone.
He takes in everyone in the room, a blank but fierce expression on his face, and then he stops at me. I smile. He smiles. He’s never looked like he belonged here more than he does now.
In fact, he doesn’t even look like he belongs in my life. Or, more specifically, like I belong in his. I could never look like that—so confident, handsome, or stunning—or be able to carry myself through a room like it belonged to me. Yet, when Seojun does it, he looks like this is right where he was always supposed to be.
But then he glances at my exposed arm, and his smile drops.
I look down and catch my breath.
His signature…is gone.
CHAPTER 15
SEOJUN
Jack looks so handsome. So wonderful standing there in the black shirt and suit, looking like a domesticated bad boy. He looks like he belongs here, with me. But how can I focus on that when… When his arm is exposed, and it shows the truth underneath?
I knew it was going to happen. I’ve been waiting for it for days now, I just didn’t expect it would happen in the middle of the party.
Although, to be fair, now that I think about it, it must have happened before because I managed to get away and get dressed without him. I’ve just been too preoccupied with the goal of this party to realize Jack wasn’t in the room with me and I wasn’t in pain.
Does he remember me? Does he remember all the lies I’ve told since I met him? Does he remember what we do when the sun goes down and we’re sharing a bed?
He smiles at me, but that’s not much comfort. This man smiles all the time. Even when he’s in uncomfortable situations. But his smile does indicate recognition.
Does that mean he remembers and he’s about to expose me to everyone present?
He extends his hand toward me, and I cross the room as if I’m on a tightrope and one wrong move will send me toppling to my death.
