MIA'S POV
The conference room felt colder than it had a few minutes ago. Every pair of eyes remained fixed on me as if I had suddenly grown two heads. My fingers tightened around the folder against my chest. I could hear my own heartbeat, loud and uneven. It echoed inside my ears until it almost drowned out the silence surrounding the long table. My knees felt weak. But I composed myself. I could not embarrass myself when Ryan believed in me this much.
I could see it in his eyes.
I swallowed hard, trying to remind myself that all of this was fake. That he did not care as much as I thought. Earlier when he broke the bomb on me, I felt as if he wanted me to be something. But I was wrong. Ryan Hayes was a f**k boy. He was used to hit and run and behaved as if nothing happened. He was wealt
