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“I can’t.” Grant began beating his own chest hard with his fist. “I’mdifferent.You k-know it. I k-know it. Everyone k-knows it.” His voice broke, and tears fell faster down his cheeks. “B-but I had to w-warn you.Because now I know I love you.”
A sob spilled past her lips. “Grant...it’s too late.”
His lips twisted. “E-even so. I n-needed to t-tell you. I o-owed it to you. And I d-don’t want you hurt.” He grabbed her hands. “Soplease l-listen.He d-doesn’t love you. Y-you’re like a f-fetish to him—-”
“Stop it, Grant—-”
He let her hands go, staring at her with leaden eyes. “I’m n-not lying. But I amsorry.” Grant’s head lowered. “I’m so d-damn sorry it c-came to this.”
She could only stare at Grant, realizing that she was looking at a man she no longer knew.
Because he was right.
He had changed.
But then...so had she.
“If you’re really sorry,” she heard herself whisper, “then promise me one thing.”
Grant’s head jerked up.
“Please pretend this never happened.” She smiled tremulously at his stunned gaze. “If it’s t-true, and I’m n-not saying it is, but if it’s true you’re the only reason I can be with him now, then...” She sucked her breath. “Can you please let me stay with him just a little bit longer?” Her own voice broke. “Give me a chance to make him love me, Grant.I’m begging you.”
THE PRINCE TURNED AWAYfrom the windows in his study as soon as he saw Fawn’s car roll down the driveway. Returning to his seat, he waited tautly for the sound of her footsteps, but when they came—-
He sensed her skulking behind the door, which he had left slightly ajar, and he wondered grimly if it was a sign of guilt that she couldn’t make herself enter his study. Then again, he had no right to be furious, did he?
Hadn’t he been the one to demand Bennett to keep his relationship with Fawn?
When the prince got tired of waiting, he took his wine glass from the table, and as he stared into the dark liquid, he murmured, “Stop peeping and come in.”
There was a squeaking sound of horror, and then she was tiptoeing inside his study. He turned to her as she closed the door, and when she spun to face him, their gazes met.
The prince had changed into casual clothes, a white V-necked shirt and black jeans, and he looked gorgeous.
Fawn gulped.
He also looked mad as hell, and as the prince came to his feet to make his way towards her, Fawn couldn’t help gulping again.Whywas he mad?
When he reached her, Fawn’s apprehension got the better of her, and she blurted out, “Sorry!” It didn’t matter that she had no idea what she had done wrong. She had no problems apologizing if that was what it took to make him stop looking at her with those cold green eyes.
When he reached her, stopping less than a foot away, he asked silkily, “Sorry for what?” Before she could even think of answering, he continued, “Sorry for sneaking out of my bed to date your boyfriend?”
Oh.
When he put it like that, it did sound pretty bad, she thought with another gulp. Raising her gaze to his, she said weakly, “Sorry?”
Green eyes blazed at her.
“R-really sorry?”
His gaze swung downwards, and following it, she was stunned and bemused to see him staring at her engagement ring.
“Get rid of it.”
Her eyes widened.
“Now, dammit.”