Shelby Chase, however, only knew that her mother needed money to stay alive. Her tone finally softened. "Fine. I'll wait until you get it done. Then we can go tell my father about us."
As she spoke, she suddenly wrapped her arms around him.
Reaper Yates's brow furrowed tightly. He looked up at the vast, open water, its surface shimmering. Water birds flew in every direction, and in the distance lay the bustling city. The scenery was breathtaking, but the person beside him was not the one he loved. And yet, he couldn't refuse her, let alone piss her off.
He endured it, ultimately not pushing her away—he didn't want her to get the wrong idea and go cause trouble for Stella Lockwood...
*
After parting ways with Shelby Chase, Reaper Yates returned to his apartment. The first thing he did was take a shower, wanting to wash off any trace of her scent. As for the clothes he'd been wearing, he threw them straight into the trash.
After his shower, he collapsed into bed and fell asleep.
