Page 110 of Fifth Avenue Fling

I shrug; these names mean nothing to me. I’ve no idea about state politics.

We veer around the pond toward the park entrance.

“Oh, and Killian, of course, and Maria.”

I stop dead on the pavement. “Maria?”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” I want to vomit. “Just a stone in my shoe.” I pretend to fix it, then carry on walking.

“Maria Taylor, his date,” Sam continues casually, oblivious to how he is twisting a knife into my heart. “She’s friends with the mayor’s wife.”

“Right,” I say slowly. “So things are heating up between them? Is she his girlfriend?”

He shrugs. “Maybe. Who knows with Killian?”

“Did he vet her?” That seems to be his go-to operation for bringing people into his inner circle.

Sam chuckles. “Nah, he doesn’t vet his own girlfriends.”

Double standards.

Sam grins at me, not knowing how much he has kicked me in the guts.

I force a smile back because why wouldn’t I? It would be weird to be upset about my boss’ maybe-girlfriend.

Killian Quinn is a jerk. Days after sleeping with me, he’s going to parade another woman in front of me. In thehouse.

“Has he slept with her?” I blurt out.

“I don’t know.” He frowns. “That’s not info the security team is privy to.”

“There are cameras in his bedroom. He spied on me one day.”

“He turns them off before bedtime.” He gives me an odd look, the corner of his mouth twitching. “He wouldn’t let us watch him get intimate with someone.”

“Sam, I have to go,” I say with a fake smile. “I’ll see you later.”

He looks confused. “Let me walk you—”

“It’s fine.” I wave him off and sprint away, leaving a perplexed Sam in my wake.

My phone vibrates as I make it out of the park.

What the hell does he want now? I’m not supposed to be working this afternoon. I pull it out of my bag.

Central Park Alfred: Let me show you the sights of Brooklyn. Next week? Name a date.

Yes, Alfred, that definitely fuckingworks for me.

My anger bubbles in the pit of my stomach. Killian can go to hell.

You were mine as soon as I came inside you. As long as you live beneath my roof, no one else can have you.

Killian Quinn will learn I’m not his possession.

Starting with tonight.

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