Page 6 of From You to Me

I did a little dance as I walked up to the fully stocked fridge to get started on breakfast.

The ingredients in the fridge infuriated me. They were all so green and plain. I wondered when Jay turned into such a health nut.

I sighed. I wanted to ask him so many things. I wanted to tell him so many things. I wanted to confess everything, and I also wanted to know every single thing that I had missed in these past six years. But I guess that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon since someone barely tolerated my presence.

“You’re late,” said a cold voice from behind me.

My soul literally jumped out of my skin as I turned to peer at the man standing in front of the French terrace door with a coffee mug in his hand.

Fuck. He was here the whole time?

CHAPTER 2

Was it too late to take back my thanks to God?Why? Why me, God?

His punishing gaze never left mine, and somehow, his presence made the temperature in the room drop. “Is it a part of your job specificities that I must repeat every question twice? Because I don’t necessarily like repeating myself.”

I swallowed. I was screwed. So fucking screwed.

Say something, Evy.

“Yeah, hmm. I missed my train.” I gave him a small smile, trying to ease the situation.

But his expression stayed the same. The Jay in front of me was a whole other man. Not the boy who loved me like I was his whole wide world. I missed that boy.

“Judging by your condition, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the train that you missed. Make sure you do your job right because I have plenty of other people to fill in instead.”

I flushed as he caught onto my lie.Yeah, Jay, I didn’t miss the fucking train. So what now?I replied to him in my head.

“Make sure breakfast is ready. I leave in ten.” He didn’t wait for me to answer as he walked out through the hallway and went upstairs.

Ugh!

Fuck, I only had ten minutes.

I rifled through Aimee’s never-ending folder of instructions to find Tuesday’s breakfast.

I almost wanted to puke when I read what it was—a green smoothie with the weirdest ingredients. No strawberries were written in all caps. It made me sad to read that.

Did Jay not like strawberries anymore? There was no strawberry milk in the fridge, so it was possible.

Accompanying the smoothie was a tomato salad with an ounce of measured cheese. Who measured cheese? You just put it in with love. And who eats tomato salad for breakfast? Who created this for my baby? What the fuck did LA do to him?

If I were with him, he would have been happily eating pancakes for breakfast.

Jay walked back into the kitchen, freshly showered, just as I poured the disgusting-looking green drink into a tall glass. The grass-like smell did nothing to help the nausea swirling in my gut.

“Your breakfast,” I said softly as I placed the tray on the counter.

He ignored me as he sauntered ahead. “I’ll have it on the terrace.”

I rolled my eyes as I lifted the tray to follow him. I still hadn’t had my morning coffee, and I needed caffeine to deal with him and my hangover.

He looked so gorgeous sitting there on the terrace chair, wearing a pair of black jeans that molded over his thick, long legs and a black shirt that stretched over his impressive broad shoulders.

At least black was still his favorite color. His hands were adorned with rings and bracelets as usual, but only now they looked pretty expensive. Actually, his entire outfit looked so expensive that I was sure it cost more than my weekly wages.

My heart flip-flopped in my chest as I made my way to him, suddenly feeling very nervous.