Her voice was soft, instantly melting his heart.
He smiled faintly, covering her hands with his. “How could you even ask? You’re the only woman I’ll ever love. For you, I’d do anything.”
And he meant it. Angela was etched into his very soul.
From the moment she had saved his life when he was six, he had vowed to protect her forever-to be the guardian of her happiness and walk beside her until their hair turned white.
“But I’m still afraid…” she whispered into his back.
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“What are you afraid of?” Trey turned and gathered Angela into his arms, his voice tender.
“I’m afraid your family will force us apart. I’m afraid I’ll grow old with you and Pete, always living in the shadows, without any real standing. And I’m terrified that one day… you’ll look at me and no longer feel the same.”
Angela’s eyelashes fluttered down, her voice catching in a practiced, delicate sob.
“I would never.”
Trey cupped her face, brushing away the dampness at the corners of her eyes with his thumb.
“I gave you my word-I will always protect you. No one can come between us. And my heart will never belong to anyone else.”
“Trey…”
Overcome, Angela closed her eyes and kissed him.
His company was on the verge of its IPO, yet he had still yielded to her pleas and brought her into his home.
But Angela couldn’t shake the feeling that something in him had changed over the last two years. The reckless, all -consuming passion he’d once had for her had cooled. Worse, he seemed to think of Khloe more and more, sometimes even when Angela was right beside him.
A woman’s intuition is sharp and easily unsettled. No matter how secure she pretended to be, the gnawing doubt was there.
Her kiss ignited a familiar heat in him. His hand slid up to cradle the nape of her neck as he guided her toward the bedroom. But in that very instant, Khloe’s face flashed across his mind.
At the crucial moment, he froze.
“What’s wrong…?”
Startled, Angela clutched his arm.
But he gently pushed past her, heading straight for the bathroom, where he splashed cold water on his face, trying to douse the fire and the sudden, unwelcome guilt.
His mind was in turmoil. The moment Khloe had appeared in his thoughts, his desire had evaporated. That, of course, was something he could never confess to Angela.
“Must have been something I ate,” he lied, stepping back into the room. “My stomach just turned on me.” He kissed her forehead in apology, murmuring soft excuses.
Though a flicker of displeasure crossed her face, Angela held her tongue, choosing to remember his indulgence over the past few days instead.
Early the next morning, Trey stormed into the office. On his way, his phone had been blowing up with calls- several crucial partners, deals he’d fought hard to win, had abruptly pulled out.
“What the hell is going on?!”
His fury was a physical presence in the conference room, and his staff didn’t dare to breathe too loudly.
“Mr. Fox, it’s… it’s because the payment approvals were delayed…”
“Delayed? How could they be delayed?!” he roared.
“You weren’t here yesterday, sir. No one was authorized to sign off.”
Trey paused, remembering he had taken the call about it while he was away with Angela. But that was a trivial matter-wasn’t that what Khloe was for?
“Wasn’t Miss Roswell in yesterday? Why didn’t anyone go to her-“
He cut himself off. Officially, Khloe held no signing authority.
“Useless! All of you, get out!”
After unleashing a torrent of scathing criticism, he summoned Khloe to his office.
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