Of course, I rushed out of the house thinking I had an actual client—someone who supposedly spoke so well about me.
And here I was, standing in front of the very definition of a walking red flag.
Kayden.
The evil twin.
“What do you mean, what am I doing here?” he said, sinking into the chair like he owned the place, legs crossed, smug as hell. Didn’t even bother to ask if he could sit.
I turned to Vik. My eyes narrowed at her, then dropped back to him. “I’m here for therapy,” he said casually, adjusting his sleeve like this was normal.
“Sorry,” Vik cut in, frowning a little. “You two… know each other?”
“Know him?” I barked out a dry laugh. “He kidnapped me last night. I almost got raped by him. And I’m still wondering how he’s able to walk after Liam beat the living s**t out of him.
