NOAH
"So you lied to me," I said, my voice hardening. "All those times. When you offered to help me. When you said you cared. All of it."
"What about the feelings you claimed to have?" I continued, the hurt beginning to override the fear. "About wanting something real? Was any of it true, or was I just another 'tiny problem' for you to manage?"
Alex's smile softened. For a second, he looked almost genuine. "Oh no, Noah. Those feelings are very real. I do fancy you. Very much, actually."
He stood up, moving even closer, invading the small pocket of air I had left. "In fact… I want to show you just how much I like you."
As he spoke, the mahogany doors opened. Three of Alex's men entered, their faces expressionless. They were carrying a large silver tray and several small cases, which they began to arrange on the dining table behind the sofa.
I turned my head, watching them. My heart began to gallop.
