My Fiance Cheated So I Claimed His Lycan Bosses

Rattling him

Claire~

I didn’t say anything as the city lights blurred past the car windows. Connor drove fast and smooth, like he owned the roads. Less than twenty minutes later, the Audi stopped inside a gated compound. The building was tall, all glass and steel. It looked expensive and private.

“This isn’t your house, Connor,” I said.

He turned off the engine and gave me that half-smirk. “It isn’t.”

I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Then what is it?”

“My penthouse.” He got out, came around, and opened my door. He offered his hand. “The house is busy right now with some things I have to handle. This place is private. You’ll like it.”

I took his hand. His fingers stayed on mine a little longer than normal. Something felt off. I remembered that guy who ran into my office earlier talking about someone named Damien. Connor was hiding whatever mess he was in. He always tried to protect me, but he never told me everything.

We took the private elevator up without talking. When the doors opened, we stepped right into the penthouse. It smelled clean, like fresh linen and nice wood.

Connor turned on the lights. The place was huge. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the whole city skyline. There were big leather couches, expensive-looking art on the walls, and a kitchen island that looked super fancy. It screamed rich doctor with an edge.

I dropped my bag by the door and sat down on the big sectional couch. The second I did, everything from earlier hit me again. Tyler and Marcus in bed. The ring on the floor. Sending that money. My throat got tight, and the tears started falling fast.

“Hey, hey,” Connor said. He crouched in front of me and put his hands on my knees. “You don’t get to sit here crying over that guy in my place. Not tonight.”

I nodded and wiped my face, but the tears kept coming. He got up for a second, then came back with a glass of water and put it in my hands.

I looked at the water, then at him. “What kind of person are you? I’m falling apart and you bring me water? Shouldn’t there be wine or tequila or ice cream?”

He smiled that hot smile that always got to me, even now. It made his dark eyes crinkle at the corners. “You need water first, Claire. You’ve been crying a lot. As your trauma surgeon friend, I’m not letting you get a headache on top of everything. Drink it. Then we can talk about the rest.”

I drank the whole glass. It felt good on my sore throat. He took the empty glass and sat right next to me on the couch. His thigh pressed against mine. I could feel the heat from his body.

“Stop crying over him,” he said in that deep voice. “I told you from the start I didn’t like Tyler. You’re way too good for that guy, but you never wanted to hear it. You always thought I was just jealous.”

“So you’re blaming me now?” I asked, but I let out a small laugh. Bantering with him felt normal.

“No,” he said. His grin got bigger, but his eyes stayed serious. “I’m not blaming you. Honestly? I’m glad it happened.”

I blinked. “Glad?”

“Yeah. At least now you can finally leave him and stay with—” He stopped talking suddenly and stood up fast. He walked toward the kitchen like he had said too much. His shoulders looked tight under his shirt.

I couldn’t let him walk away. Not tonight. “Am I unattractive, Connor?”

He stopped moving. Then he turned around slowly. His dark eyes locked on mine. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Just answer it.”

“I can’t.”

“It’s not a big deal, Connor. Stop acting like—”

“Claire.” He walked back to me in two big steps and stood over the couch. The way he said my name made my heart beat faster.

“What do you want me to say? We both know you’re hot as hell. So what?”

His words hit me hard. I felt my face get warm. I looked at him carefully. He wasn’t joking around like usual. He looked honest, and there was something else in his eyes.

“Really?” I asked softly. I pushed ahead. “You’re being honest? You think I’m attractive? Then let’s test it.”

He frowned, looking confused, but he didn’t look away. “What do you mean?”

I stood up slowly. I stepped close until I could feel the warmth coming off his chest. My heart was pounding, but I kept my head up. I wasn’t going to look weak.

“I mean, if I want to see if I’m really attractive, I’ll start with you.”

The words stayed in the air between us. Connor’s jaw tightened. I saw his breath catch. The city lights from the windows lit up his face, showing the light stubble on his jaw and how dark his eyes had gotten.

For the first time tonight, the confident playboy surgeon looked rattled—