Kaya faked smiles at the debonair couple who exited the terrace, rushed to the black railing with the intricate design, and leaned over it, struggling to breathe.
The glass sliding doors opened. “Kaya.” Seven came toward her.
“Stay away from me.” She whipped around, pointing at him. “I’ll scream so loud everyone will hear.”
“Don’t be mad.”
“I said, don’t come near me. I applied for a protective order.”
“What?”
“If I can’t make you stay away from me, then the law will.”
“I’ll never stay away from you. You can put any obstacle in our way and it won’t stop me.”
“You’re sick.”
“I almost tore my hair out watching you with Brandon.”
“Tough.”
“Why are you doing this?” He stuck out his lips. “You want to torture me? Stop this game and get rid of Brandon and come back where you belong.”
