The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315

Anas POV

Devon and Noah walked toward our table. What a coincidence, running into you bere, Aria, Devon said, his voice deceptively casual though his eyes were anything but.

I tensed, painfully aware of how this must look–dining with Jeremy in a cozy seafood shack after I’d seen the news about Devon’s engagement to Mandy Stevens. The engagement announcement that had appeared on my phone earlier today, blindsiding me completely during our client meeting.

Noah’s cold gaze slid to Jeremy. “Jeremy, Mother has been looking for you. You should go home.”

Jeremy shifted uncomfortably beside me, setting down his fork. He was clearly reluctant to leave, though I couldn’t blame him–the tension between the brothers was palpable, electric in its intensity.

“I’ll go when I’m ready, Jeremy replied, though his fingers nervously tapped against his silverware. There was history here I didn’t understand, something beyond professional rivalry.

I rose gracefully from my chair, determined not to show how Devon’s presence affected me. My heart was racing, but I kept my expression neutral. “We were just finishing up. The table is all yours.”

Devon raised an eyebrow, his gray eyes scanning my face with unsettling intensity Leaving so soon? We just arrived.

Noah forcefully pulled Jeremy to his feet. “Come on, brother. Family matters are more important than entertaining clients.”

I caught the emphasis on “clients” and felt a flush of indignation. Was that all Don had told his friend I was? A client?

As I gathered my purse, Deson’s eyes never left mine, their gray depths unreadable. I turned to leave, my heart pounding traitorously in my chest despite my best efforts to appear unaffected

Outside the seafood shack, the evening ait was cool against my skin. I had taken only a few steps when strong fingers wrapped around my wrist. Devon had followed me out.

“You’re not property introduced to my friend yet,” he said, his grip tightening just enough to make it impossible to pull away without creating a scene.

“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Kane,” I replied, attempting to reclaim my arm. ‘I believe our relationship doesn’t require such social niceties.”

Devon leaned closer, his warm breath ticking my car as his voice dropped to a whisper. “That’s not what you said last night, Aria.”

Heat flooded my cheeks at the memory. Before I could respond, be pulled me toward a black sedan waiting at the curb. ‘Get in.”

I’m perfectly capable of getting home on my own,” I protested, but Deson was already opening the door and ushering me inside with surprising strength, his hand at the small of my back both commanding and somehow intimate.

Once we were both in the back seat, Devon knocked on the partition, and the car pulled smoothly into traffic. The interior smelled of expensive leather and his signature cologne, a scent that had become dangerously familiar to me.

“Suddenly avoiding me? Devon’s woice was dangerously soft, a silken threat wrapped in casual inquiry.

I stared straight ahead, watching the lights of Manhattan blur past the window. Tas simply respecting your private life, Mr. Kane, Congratulations on your engagemen

Drvem let out a cold laugh that contained no humor. “So you’re throwing a

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have no standing to throw tantrums,” I said, my voice steady despite the ache

my chest. “We’re business partners, nothing more.”

Devons eyes darkened, the gray turning almost black in the dim car interior. Without warning, he leaned forward and instructed his driver to speed up. The car lurched forward, forcing me to grab the armrest to steady myself.

“What are you doing?” I asked, but Devon merely settled back into his seat, watching me with that maddening unreadable expression.

When the car finally stopped, I realized we were in the underground garage of Deron’s building. I immediately reached for the door handle, desperate to escape the confining space and his overwhelming presence.

Thank you for the ride. I’ll call a car to take me back to Brooklyn.”

Devon blocked my exit, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. “Where do you think you’re going? Our conversation isn’t finished.”

“I want to go to my apartment,” I insisted, trying to move past him, acutely aware of how close we were, how the scent of him was making it difficult to think clearly.

In one fluid motion, Devon lifted me over his shoulder. “I said, our conversation isn’t finished.”

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