Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 3195

Chapter 3195

The Heart Wants What It Wants

Megan’s self-conscious gaze darted around the room, focusing on anything but Jake. Her brain kept recalling the launch event and the feeling of the warm hand on her shoulder.

That small, simple touch had triggered something unknown inside of her.

“So did you, or didn’t you?” Jake held her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, the smell of his cologne overpowering her as she stared at his handsome face up close, enraptured. Megan knew that this was a trap, but the dazed look in her eyes betrayed her true emotions.

“I did…”

Jake raised an eyebrow, absentmindedly moving his hand upwards to trace his fingers against her face. “Was it because you lied to me?”

Lied…?

Megan blinked owlishly, suddenly snapping back to reality. Goosebumps rose all over her skin; she’d nearly given into his hypnotic gaze and sold herself out.

“I never lied to you.”

She pushed him away with arguably more force than needed, raising her chin high up in the air and huffing.

Why is he so insistent on catching me off-guard? And to think that he’d nearly succeeded!

“Is that so?” Jake looked calm and threw her a casual reply.

He scanned the room they were in, sitting himself down on the bed and patting the empty spot next to him. “Come here. Tell me, what did you and Jonas talk about?”

Jake was never one for niceties or polite introductions; instead, he preferred to order people around. Due to this, Megan felt the uncontrollable urge to oppose him.

However, Jake had no intention of letting her off the hook so easily.

“If you don’t want to get to know me, then would you prefer getting closer to Jonas instead?” He raised an eyebrow.

Megan read between the lines and gave him a sidelong glance.

So, he even beats around the bush sometimes.

“Not at all. I don’t plan on getting close with either of you. I haven’t even begun to understand why you care whether I’m Megan or not, and why you showed me those pictures.”

Something flashed through the depths of Jake’s eyes. “That is none of your business,” he drawled out, running a hand through his hair. “All you need to remember is that if you are Megan, you belong to me. And if you aren’t Megan, I hope you know that there are consequences for lying to me.”

A veiled threat. Megan clenched her jaw, contemplating belatedly if she’d snuck into the lion’s den.