The Contract

Chapter 128-The Burnt Offering

I picked up the glass and took a sip of the wine. Letting out a sigh, I placed it back down and kicked my leg in the water.

It's Sunday.

I was chilling by the pool, legs in the water while I sipped wine. The day had began so beautiful and I had to take advantage of it. I mean, this pool hasn't been used for the longest time.

I stared into the water, my mind rippling like the water anytime I kicked my legs in it. I've been having lots of thoughts since the wedding—since my talk with Aiden.

Why was it so difficult for him to answer? I can vividly picture his reaction when I asked that, like he couldn't believe I ask something so... intricate.

Could it be true? Was the Society truly shady and sinister? Were they really hiding behind a mask?

I let out another sigh, raking my hair. I shouldn't be beating myself up over all this, it doesn't even concern me—at least not directly. Well aside the fact they are all insinuating that I am the only one who is capable of luring Travis in.

Honestly, I couldn't. He has made up his mind and I'm not about pushing him into something I had no idea about.

And he was just like me also, he was strong headed and stubborn. My phone beeped from beside me and I glanced down at it without picking it up.

It was Kourtney, she and Bethany are hell bent on hearing the whole story surrounding Aiden. I mean, I couldn't blame them, we hooked up and I vowed never to see him again.

But of course I saw him again and now we were friends but they didn't know that because I've been doing a great job keeping him away and not letting them know anytime I was out with him.

And honestly, I wasn't in the mood to talk about all that. I can never win.

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TRAVIS'S P.O.V

"Should I still schedule that dinner with the Pzeizers, or leave it for next week?" Harrison inquired. I paused my proofreading, glancing up at him.

"Next week," I replied shortly.

"Are we dropping by at Ceasers?" Adrian interjected, successfully distracting me again. I inhaled sharply and turned to him.

"You never did talk about the board meeting in Washington," he added.

The car eased to a halt, and my gaze flickered to the window.

"I'll be alighting here," Harrison announced, gathering his bags. "Should I get the paper ready for tomorrow?"

"No. Get my flight ready," I instructed. He nodded and stepped out without protest.

As the ride resumed, I caught Adrian’s gaze fixed on me. I met it with a brief glance.

"Where the hell are you going again?" he asked, his tone edging into irritation.

"Italy."

"You just got back from there last Wednesday!" he exclaimed, exasperated. "Not that I’m trying to pry, but you’ve got a schedule for a reason."

I sighed, long and drawn out. "It’s impromptu but necessary."

He slumped back in his seat, clearly dissatisfied. "Then we’re drinking tonight!" he declared, throwing an arm over my shoulder with infuriating ease.

"Shut the hell up," I groaned, shaking him off. "Hey, driver!" He knocked on the partition. The window rolled down.

"We’ll drop at Dome," Adrian instructed, his grin smug.