Chapter 8

Trey

I pull into my designated parking space and turn off the engine. She glances over at me, her serious gaze intensified by chocolate eyes that look caramel underneath the sunlight. "Just because you take me to some fancy penthouse doesn't mean I'm sleeping with you," Kiara states.

I chuckle lowly. "Oh trust me sweetheart, I don't want anything like that from you."

My heart sinks a little when I catch a glimpse of sorrow in her eyes, yet she remains silent.

I hope I didn't hurt her feelings-

Hope I didn't hurt her feelings? Who am I? Drake?

Since she's still very intoxicated, I offer to carry her, but she declines and holds my arm instead. We step into the elevator together, and there's this palpable tension in the air as we ascend.

Every part of this feels wrong. Even when I lived in Texas, I never brought women back to my apartment. It's too intimate, and I swear, it's not because I have commitment issues. As a chef, I just love t