Chapter Thirty One
Thiago
The sound of clicking heels has me stopping mid-confession, folding the letter.
I slide it into the drawer and close it softly.
The wood groans heavy with the secret it keeps for me.
Suddenly, the door bursts open, and my fiancé barges inside dressed in an all-black skin-tight gown with her hair pinned up in a perfect bun adorned by small braids.
“Thiago,” Fabiola chides, waving her hand. “Hurry, Peter is waiting.”
Ahh, I can't be late to my own engagement party.
I glance around the room, searching for Zayden as if he’s about to appear through the walls or something.
It’s been a couple of days since our kiss, and I’m not sure what to think of it.
Would he accept this twisted version of love I have for him?
My answer comes in the arrival of Zayden, who leans on the door frame dressed in the smokey tailored suit I sent him, complimenting his tan complexion perfectly.
I can’t help but smile at the sight of him.
Without another word, I move beside Fabiola, who hooks her arm into mine, and then Zayden, who reaches for my hand.
“Let’s get the party started,” I murmur to the man I love and the future Mrs.