Kai's POV
I felt guilty and still annoyed, so I didn't go home. I don't wanna see Zane, not because I'm affected by his outburst earlier, but because I can't believe I provoked him. I didn't know why I suddenly believed Dante's claim about Zane's real feelings. But it's too late. I already did something unbelievable.
I drove to the company and slept there. The specious room was cold, but the leather couch felt comfortable.
Privacy. I've always loved being alone because I can be myself. There were no eyes to watch me, no suffocating judgment.
I was staring at the ceiling when I remembered the incident in the men's room with Zane. The way he slammed his fist against the mirror, almost breaking it. The look in his eyes. The sudden outburst.
