Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Right away, Miss.”
I try my best not to think about what just happened at headquarters, but it’s useless.
Why the hell did I pull away from him?
The driver pulls onto my street and my phone sounds with new messages from Mr. Reiss.
Mr. Reiss
Come back to the office, Georgia.
Mr. Reiss
I’m not done talking to you.
Ignoring his texts, I swipe my credit card against the cab’s pay system and step out into the snow.
Rummaging for the keys, I unlock my front door and push it open.
The sound of my infinity train welcomes me, but another string of sounds is in this evening’s mix. It sounds like heavy breathing and moans.
Confused, I drop my bags and walk into the living room.
Dante is on top of Jessica, looking into her eyes as he screws her on the couch.
Mid-stroke, he turns to face me and his eyes widen.
“Shit.” He jumps up and pulls on his sweats. “I thought you said you were working late.”
I look at the two of them, unsure of what to say. I pick up the pair of red lace panties off the floor and toss them at Jessica.
“I guess I should’ve stayed at work,” are the only words I can string together.
Dante runs a hand through his hair and passes Jessica a shirt.
“I can explain,” he says. “I promise there’s a reason.”
“How can you possibly call to ask my grandmother for permission to marry me while you’re fucking my roommate?” I snap. “Like, how is that even possible?”
“Because I didn’t mean to call your grandmother,” he says. “I meant to call Jessica’s, but I dialed Miss Hattie out of habit and tried to save you from embarrassment.”
“Come again?”
“She got my phone number somehow and has been calling me every weekend to check on you.” He shrugs. “It was a butt dial, but trust me, it took everything in me not to tell her that you’ve spent the past month sleeping with your boss instead of me.”
“I’ve never slept with my boss, Dante.”
“But you want to, right?”
“No.”
“The sex just started happening one night.” Jessica interrupts. “We were drinking while playing a game and—”
“And then his cock just ended up inside of you?” I ask.
“Don’t lie to her.” Dante kisses Jessica’s cheek. “We’ve been getting closer in the weeks that you’ve been gone, and I’ve realized that she’s more of a girlfriend to me than you’ll ever be.”
“Besides, we haven’t had sex in months, Georgia,” Dante continues. “It’s not like I was sleeping with both of you.”
“Honestly, I think I’m in love with him,” Jessica says, avoiding my gaze. “We’re moving in together and we wanted to tell you earlier, but—”
“You’ve been working late every fucking day for two months straight now and we haven’t had the time.” Dante finishes her sentence. “But, now we do. I bet you haven’t even noticed that we moved our stuff out last week, huh?”
I swallow.
I don’t have a comeback for that because I honestly haven’t.
“Exactly.” He rolls his eyes at me and helps Jessica into her coat.
“That doesn’t make what you did okay.” I manage. “I thought you were my friend, Jessica. Of all people, you know how much I hate my job and have been trying to get a better life balance.”
Jessica sighs and picks up her purse. “Do you know how many times you and I spoke to each other in November? You can add in the first few weeks of this month into your calculation if you like.”
“The number doesn’t matter.” I shake my head. “I would never sleep with your boyfriend, and I would never betray a friend while she was simply trying to better herself at work.”
“Cut the shit, Georgia.” Dante scoffs. “The only reason you have a job is because your boss wants to fuck you.”
“That’s not true.”
“Oh, but it is.” He steps closer. “You’re terrible at your job, and everyone in that building, you included, knows it. You’re a sympathy hire, and you probably want to fuck him, too.”
I glare at him, and he laughs coldly.
“Thanks for saving me from an awkward ‘I’m not coming home with you’ conversation,” he says. “I’ll let you call your grandmother and tell her that you’re not worthy of a future billionaire businessman like me.”
I roll my eyes as the two of them walk past me.
They slam the door shut so hard the entire apartment shakes.
Minutes later, a knock sounds at the door.
Assuming they forgot something, I hesitate a long while before opening it.
It’s not either of them.
It’s Dominic.
“Are you going to invite me in?” he asks.
“No.” I shake my head. “Right now is not a good time, and I’m technically off work.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Feel free to argue with my door when I shut it.” My voice cracks. “I can’t take any more bad news today.”
“Then I hate to be the person to deliver another dose.” He pulls an envelope from his coat pocket and holds it out for me.