Mark’s room looked absolutely amazing but no one could pay attention to it with this asshole in the room. Even Mark was glaring at him, trying to wiggle his leg out from underneath the place where Landon was touching him.
Like this douchebag gave a fuck.
“Kyra, could we talk?” he asked.
“Kyra, you okay with this?” Ethan asked.
“Um, yeah. Actually, Landon and I kind of do need to talk. We brought you guys coffee. I’ll be right back. I promise. We can talk in the waiting room, Landon.”
“Wherever you want, beautiful,” he said.
His presence alone burned my blood but hearing him call her something like that made me downright angry. I watched as Kyra walked out the door with that shark following her and all I could hear was my heart pounding in my ears. What was she about to tell him? Was she going to tell him she couldn't marry him? Or would she cave last-minute and commit herself to this man?
I watched while the two of them rounded the corner and I had to resist the urge to run after her.
“Wanna know what they’re saying?” Ethan asked.
I looked around the room at Chance and Blake before I breathed a deep sigh.
“Yes,” Mark said. “I do.”
We all whipped our heads over to him before Ethan headed out the door. No matter what we did for Kyra and no matter what position we held in her life, her father would always trump whatever we said. No matter what we did, he would always have the last say.
So, when Mark told Ethan he wanted something, Ethan was determined to get it for him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - ETHAN
The moment I heard Mark’s fucking voice, I was off. There was no way in hell I was denying that man what he wanted, especially when I wanted it myself. I didn’t want Kyra alone with that conniving little wolf and I was thankful Mark had been awake during the entire conversation. We got Mark’s room decorated all nice before he fucking blasted in and ruined everything and we could tell he was hiding something from us.
And I wanted to know what the fuck it was.
I pressed my body against the wall just outside of the waiting room. I could barely make out what Kyra and Landon were saying, but I knew it wasn’t good. I didn’t trust that rich asshole to begin with, but I most certainly didn’t trust him alone with Kyra.
Alone with the woman I loved.
Sure, I shared her with my other brothers, but this asshole didn’t own a piece of her. I scooted just a little closer as the conversation grew louder and I was getting angrier by the minute.
“Why the hell not?” Landon asked.
“I can’t marry you,” Kyra said. “I’m sorry. There’s just too much that’s wrong. You don’t support me. You don’t see the value in what I do. What am I to you at this point?”
“I could take care of you forever,” he said. “You and your father. Don’t you get that?”
“Yes, I do. And I realize what I’m saying to you. I’m sorry, Landon.”
“Please reconsider, Kyra,” he said. “I love you. I really do.”
“We aren’t right for one another,” she said. “College was good to us but the real world wasn’t. It showed me a part of who you truly are. You’ve always mocked me for what I wanted to do with my life. It doesn’t feel right anymore and I have to trust that feeling.”
“Then thank you for wasting my time.”
Wait. What the fuck did he just say to her?
“What?” Kyra asked. “Our relationship wasn’t a waste of time.”
I heard Landon starting to laugh and I wanted to dive around the corner and rip his fucking throat out.
“Kyra, don’t you get it?” he asked. “Why I was willing to put up with you in the first place? Why my grandmother didn’t give a shit about what you did with your life? She wanted me to marry a normal girl, not one of the rich bitches my parents kept setting me up with.”