Page 184 of Her Wicked Plan

Close fucking call.

What would I have done if I hadn’t pushed Veronica under the desk? How would we have explained the situation? Scarlet walking in and finding Veronica on her knees with my dick free from my pants?

If we were to leave here, we wouldn’t have to worry about someone walking in on us or having to sneak around every time we wanted to see each other outside of a session.

How nice would it be to kiss her whenever I felt the need to? How great would it be to wrap my arms around her and hug her without worrying that we could get in trouble?

Am I seriously considering this?

Feeling anxious, I run my hands through my hair and quickly pace around the office. I have time to think about this. To come up with a list of pros and cons. Let’s be real; there will be more cons than pros. I make up the list in my head.

Pros- I’d have her whenever I wanted.

Cons- We’d have to be on the run. If we get caught, I’ll lose my job. Fuck. I’ll go to prison.

I can’t run with her. Even if we were to escape without getting caught, what would I tell my family?

I take out my phone, unsure of what I will do now that it is in my grasp. Staring down at the device, the black screen mirrors my panicked expression.

I blink several times, my eyes removing themselves from the screen, and look at the window. I don’t want to witness the fear written on my face because of the emotion that crawled into my body and dug its claws deep within.

I have to talk to someone about this to help clear the idea from my head, to help me avoid bad decisions. The only person I am safe talking to, the only one who knows about this messed-up situation, is Myles.

Instead of calling him—he is most likely at work, and I can’t bear to hear his voice when I tell him about this—I text him.

Hey, man. Are you busy?

A couple of minutes go by, minutes pretending to be an eternity before I see those three dots appear.

I’m in a meeting right now. What’s up? Is your mom okay?

I talked to her earlier. She said she was feeling better, but this isn’t about mom.

What’s going on?

I chew on the inside of my lip, copper dripping into my mouth once I break the skin. The tip of my shoe tapping annoyingly on the ground. Just rip the bandaid off. If you don’t get the words out there, it will drive you insane.

Veronica wants to run.

Okay? So take her outside and let her run a few laps.

His confusion makes me laugh a little. He can always bring light to a dark situation, even if he doesn’t realize how dark it is.

No, like... she wants us to run. To leave this place and be together.

There is a moment of silence as I await his response. Three little dots appear, letting me know he is typing. It’s deafeningly quiet in the office.

A ringing begins in my ear, pumping up to the same volume as the wind outside. It’s roaring today, the sound strong enough to hear through the closed window.

Jesus Christ, Leo! I can’t skip out on this meeting to call you about this! Tell me you told her no.

I haven’t given her an answer yet.

Dude, you were worried about even sleeping with her because it would risk your job, and now this?

It’s not a good idea, man, and this is coming from me. You know I’m serious.

I sigh and shut my eyes. I know he is right. I feel it deep down in my bones. If I agree with what he is saying, then why am I second-guessing it?