54 Bronson

I stand and walk back over towards the kitchen, picking up my not forgotten drink. I down the rest of the glass, then pour another, downing that one seconds later. Cassandra stays rooted in her spot, but her head is swiveled towards me. I do not have a choice but to lie to her. To lie to myself. Nikki is too good for me, and if I give in to my urges, it will only consume and destroy her. She is destined for greater, better things than what I can possibly give her.

“Nicole may have misconstrued her own emotions. I was her rescuer, nothing more, and by not telling her about you, it may have confused things further.”

“So, you didn’t tell her about being married in less than six months?” I stay silent, giving Cassandra the only answer she needs.