KYRIE.
Even though it pissed the s**t out of me, I had to stop the car just a few minutes away from the house.
I didn't want Eve to get into trouble with Saint; otherwise, I'd drop her off straight at his doorstep, just to make sure she was safe.
We sat quietly after I killed the ignition. It was too f*****g obvious we both had words choking in our throats, but couldn't bring ourselves to say them.
Thankfully, she spoke first.
"Kyrie…" she shifted, brushing those lazy strands of brown hair behind her ear, biting her lip like she practiced it in the mirror. "I was wondering… is your job offer still open?"
Bingo!
I almost laughed in her face. Guess Friday night wouldn't be necessary anymore. She'd just walked into my trap on her own.
If they don't call me the king of manipulation hi
