Page 109 of The Betrayal
Literally feel like I could die without her.
So fucking dramatic.
Finally, and reluctantly, believe me, I climb out the car. Briefcase in hand, and my head is thumping knowing I have this month’s accounts to go through. Busy and late night. Blessing in disguise really. All I do at home is mope around because I miss Arizona.
Slamming my car door, the loud noise echoes around the underground garage. Walking towards the elevator, pressing the button, the doors ping open, and a heavy sigh vibrates through my chest as I step inside the elevator, inhaling deeply as the doors slide shut. The ride up is short. Too short.
My foot is out the elevator, my eyes seeking out Titus and he is sitting on the phone, leaned back in his chair, feet on his desk and crossed at the ankles. Nate is Nate. Buried in his computer and Kaleb is tucked in his office.
It's quiet.
Too quiet.
No Xavier, and no Killian from what I can see. Killian normally pops in; he doesn't work here. He works across the city with his wife, Reese at Lorde’s PR. Pretty sure that’s where they met, might be wrong though.
Love them together. Love just them actually. They're so good for each other. Like rays of sunshine in each other’s lives. I know he has said before that he felt like he was walking around in darkness before he met Reese.
Cute. But I get it.
Placing my briefcase on my desk, I click it open and grab my piles of paperwork. Kicking up my computer, I notice a piece of paper that says sign here. I see Titus hovering by my door as I quickly scribble my signature where asked then toss the pen down onto the desk.
“All set for Ari's birthday next week?” he asks me like I had forgotten.
“Pretty much.”
I'm not all set.
Don't want to slip up that she doesn't live with me anymore.
He would blow a gasket.
“She okay?” it's more of a grunt than an ask.
“Yup,” I sigh, not in the mood for small talk today. Closing my briefcase, I place it on the floor by my feet and focus on my screen as I log into my computer.
“What's eating you?” He steps into my office like I have invited him in.
Annoyed me a little bit.
“I've got a busy day.”
“Well maybe if you got here early like the rest of us instead of doing what ever it is you do...” and he trails off fully aware of what he has just said.
My lips pull into a smile as I chuckle, opening my emails.
“Don't.”
“I haven't done anything, pretty sure those words came from your lips man, not mine.”
“I'm mad at you.”
“Join the queue,” I huff and his hands are pressed onto my desk, annoyingly beautiful blue eyes burning into me.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
I shrug. “Exactly that, you're not the first and surely not the last to be mad at me, so...”
“But I top everyone else surely, you did get drunk with my just barely legal daughter...”