chapter 8

Marabella “You better not be wanking, what is taking you so long…” he pauses, a look of shock on his face as Jonah tugs me toward his friend. Kyan has on a tailored navy suit, yet it does nothing to hide the bulk of muscle beneath his clothes. His suit jacket is open, the top two buttons of his white shirt are undone, and I can just make out the dark tattoos that are beneath the white button-up shirt. Some swirling design pattern that moves up the side of his neck. I can’t deny that he is incredibly handsome. He stops, looking at Jonah, and his jaw clenches. I haven’t seen him in years and he has put on more weight, is just as tall as Jonah, but built sturdier, more muscular. His dark hair is cropped short on the sides and longer on top. He has a five o’clock shadow whereas Jonah is clean shaven. Kyan’s eyes are a deep red that is almost black, lined with thick lashes. He looks like a woman’s equivalent of a wet dream until his face morphs into a snarl when he notices me. His eyes dart