Cancer: Book 5 in a Young Adult Paranormal Romance Series (The Zodiac Twin Flame Series) by Rachel Medhurst Read Free Book Online Page B

glanced down at my bag. I had nothing with me. The first thing I would need to do was to buy some clothes. It was late. The shops were probably closed.
    ‘Don’t ask me, mate, I have no idea,’ Derek muttered. I looked up at him as he swung towards me. ‘Antony said have you and Matt sorted things out?’
    I raised my eyebrows, unsure what to say. Had they picked up on what was happening?
    ‘Tell them it’s none of their business,’ I said, stomping across the room and snatching the phone out of his hand. ‘You need to stop worrying about me and get on with your own lives. Derek will be home soon, I promise.’
    I switched the phone off. Derek continued his search around my room. I had no idea why he was bothering to check, no one knew where I was. Picking up my bag, I left him to it. I figured that I might as well try and find somewhere I could at least get something to wear for bed. Not that I had to get anything urgently but I needed a distraction.
    ‘Cancer, wait,’ Derek called from my open doorway. I paused by the lift, turning to look at him.
    ‘What do you want?’ I didn’t mean to snap.
    Closing his eyes briefly, he ran a hand through his hair. ‘Are you going for dinner?’
    I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to flip him my middle finger. I had flown to a brand-new country that I didn’t know, with the man who I thought would be all over me the minute we landed. Instead, my bodyguard wanted me to grab himself some dinner.
    ‘What can I get you?’ I put my hands on my hips.
    A grin spread across his lips. I shook my head, ignoring the urge to grin back. The least I could do was feed him.
    ‘Oh no, you don’t get away with it that easily.’ He pulled my door closed behind him. I pressed the button for the lift as he joined me. ‘You can buy me dinner.’
     

Chapter Seven
     
    ‘So you’re telling me, that even though Matt was married when you first met, you fell in love with him?’ Derek stirred his tea.
    The hotel was quiet as we ate breakfast. It was a good thing. It meant we had plenty of time to work out our next move.
    ‘Well, I did try and fight it. It’s not like I wanted to fall for one of Nick’s men. Besides, I didn’t know that he was married at the time.’
    Derek coughed as he looked into his tea, avoiding eye contact with me.
    ‘What aren’t you telling me?’ I asked.
    The shady way he glanced at the waiter before looking straight at me made my stomach clench. I didn’t appreciate the expression that crossed his face. Pity.
    ‘Nothing. It’s not my place to say,’ Derek said, giving up on his cereal. His spoon fell into the bowl as he waved to the waiter.
    The Greek music in the background soothed me. The vine that crept up the wall outside the hotel was visible through the window. It really was a tranquil typical Greek hotel.
    I leant my forehead against my hand as my elbow rested on the table. I didn’t know how to react. Should I scream at him and beg him to tell me the truth? Or should I get up and go back to my room to be alone?
    ‘So, instead you’re going to make me paranoid?’
    Derek sat back in his seat, his hands resting on his thighs. He was quite lanky. Not what you would expect in a bodyguard. Even Matt was a bigger man.
    ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s…’
    I thumped the table, making the cutlery clatter. The waiter quickly removed our plates. Neither one of us had touched our food. It had been a long night.
    ‘I think I’m going to go to my room,’ I said, getting up.
    Derek stood quickly, bashing his legs on the table. ‘I really am sorry.’
    I shook my head quickly, dismissing his apology. It wasn’t his fault. It was mine. ‘Do I need to speak to Matt about what you’re not telling me?’
    He nodded without making eye contact. I reached up and patted his shoulder. I had dragged him out to a foreign country for my own benefit. And now, I had to get the truth from the man who I believed was my twin flame