AYLA
Kane Vashawn inclined his head. "It really was, Ayla… and that's why I want you to marry me."
The room went still.
And all of Chicago's chaos erupted inside my head.
Today was going to be a bad day.
I just figured that out.
Because who hands out relationship news like that?
I stared at Kane Vashawn.
Talk about insensitive men.
Of all the things I expected this unfortunately handsome, spoiled brat to say, none of it had been the nonsense he just spilled.
Irritation crawled up my skin.
He smiled like I was supposed to be pleased.
With what exactly?
His insensitivity or the stupid news? I couldn't decide which.
"Really…" I said tightly.
I adjusted in my seat, certain of all the things I wanted to say and the chaos it would rain in this office.
My lips thinned.
Kane Vashawn leaned forward, eyes shiny like he couldn't read the room.
Actually, he couldn't.
