Chapter 11
Blake took my hand, his voice trentbling as he spoke.
“It’s my fault. I should’ve posted that clarification ages ago. I was just too jealous. You’ve done six shows, but this was the only time you were so
intimate with another man.”
“Watching you kiss him, I kept imagining it was me kissing you, then getting furious because it wasn’t me.”
“Zara, delete that post, okay? Give me a chance to take care of you properly.”
He was tearing up as he brought my fingers to his lips.
The gesture was so careful, yet so reverent.
In one swift moment, he kissed them.
The feeling of skin on skin made my heart slam against my ribs.
I yanked my hand back almost instinctively.
“Blake! That’s not how you love someone.”
Blake’s eyes filled with tears: “Just kissing your fingers disgusts you that much? Then how should you love someone? Can you teach me?”
If this were anyone else, they’d probably be over the moon.
After all, he was gorgeous, loaded, and willing to try.
But me…
“Sorry, I’m not interested in dating now.”
“Besides, I can’t like you anymore.”
Because of his hot–and–cold behavior, I’d spent all these years at the Winters house walking on eggshells.
Even though Uncle and Aunt treated me well, I never dared step out of line, terrified of annoying him.
A single look from Blake would have me wondering what I’d done wrong.
Maybe it was just his naturally moody personality.
But either way, it proved we weren’t compatible.
And recently, because of him, I’d been roasted alive online.
Chloe tried to destroy my reputation and nearly got me killed, all to suck up to him and Aria.
Someone who’d been carefully walking a tightrope for twenty years –
Even if someone told you it wasn’t a rope but solid ground, I still wouldn’t dare step boldly.
“Blake, I’m scared of you. If you really like me, then let’s cut ties completely. I’ll still visit Uncle Winters every month – we’ll just avoid each other and
not meet.”
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