He’s gorgeous and funny.
“Uh, yeah, why not?” I shrug, avoiding his gaze.
“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” Issac jumps to his feet, throwing me a wink. “Well, you’re cute all the time, but you know…”
Oh, God. I'm not prepared for this.
I’m so tired.
“Am I interrupting something?” a silky voice purrs from the doorway, commanding my attention.
Blake James.
My tired eyes drink him in, but something stops me from ogling him any further.
It could be the dark circles beneath his eyes, or it could be the way his lips are set in a firm line, a line of disapproval. His eyes are swollen slightly, but the sadness is glaringly apparent.
“No,” I answer quickly, earning myself a cold stare. “How are you? I’m sorry about your father.”
Blake's eyes flit between Issac and me, and his lips curl into a sneer. “You look it.”
What the hell?!
Issac frowns, lifting his hands into the air with confusion. “Whoa, man, let’s get you out of here.”
Blake turns, walking in the direction of his father's office.
Issac groans, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Danni. He’s not himself…” His words fade, and I can only shrug, turning back to my screen.
“It’s fine. Good luck with the meeting.” I force a smile I don’t feel and try to ignore the frustrated tears blinding my vision.
Issac hesitates but soon leaves.
Only then do I lean back in my chair, covering my eyes with my hands as the tears escape.
One Mississippi.
I’ll cry but not for long.
I’ve cried too much over Blake James.
He’s grieving.
Still, I didn’t deserve that.
Two Mississippi.
Some hours later, three men in black suits enter the office with grim expressions on their faces. All of them seem alike, but the one at the back holds a briefcase that makes him seem more important than the rest.
They stride into Alec’s office, and I feel my shoulders deflate.
It’s happening.
Blake’s taking over.
I should be relieved, but I’m not.
Not only is he my ex, but he’s now going to be my boss.
