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Or it’d only remind me of how all I’d built would crumble if I didn't acquiesce to Judy’s request.
Fuck.
If, by any chance, she released the photos, it would leave a lasting impact on my reputation and the company’s. But if the truth behind the CCTV footage was revealed, it would be a disaster for both.
Either way, I was fucked. I couldn't be. Being fucked would nullify the reasons for taking the actions that night.
It could potentially land me in jail…
My worst fear now seemed like it would come to pass.
It fucking couldn't.
When I raised my head, it was to a frame. A tall, burly frame.
The little shock was nothing compared to the fear in my mind. I glanced at him again before clearing my throat.
“When did you get here?” Similar icy blue eyes stared back at me before folding his arms on his chest.
His muscles bulged through his white T-shirt. Thirty-eight certainly looked good on him.
Sometimes, I thought he was in the wrong profession. A boxer would be a more befitting title rather than a fashion designer.
“You didn't hear me knock. You also didn't hear me walk until I got here.” He tilted his head.
“Very unlike you, brother.”
I really didn't. Running a hand through my hair, I gestured to the seat across me.
“Sit. Don't want to have you standing like you're in a boxing ring.”
Henry’s head tipped back in laughter. “Brother, you haven't stopped being intimidated by my physique.”
I narrowed my eyes on him. “I never was.”
“Yeah, right,” he replied with a bored expression.
“It's good to see you though. It's been what. Eight months?”
“Sounds about right.”
He shook his head. “How’s Sophie?”
He knew her condition. “Better.”
My heart did a little leap at my own word. For the first time in a long time, I could proudly say my daughter was doing better.
She’d even spoken to me— said Dad when I went to check on her this morning. Her hugs were tighter and much longer. She gestured with a little more vigor when I asked her questions.
“Good to hear,” he nodded.
“How are you?” he asked.
Shit. I was like, shit.
“Good. How is the family?”
He raised a brow. “They're good. But you aren't, and it's obvious. Cut the bullshit.”
