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Alistair?
Another unexpected guest?
My stomach rumbles and my mouth waters when Alistair’s handsome face appears outside my door. In his hands is a Starbucks cup and a folded brown bag. He smiles at me from the hall, wearing the same arrogance on his face I’m used to. I didn’t know how he’d react after what happened earlier this morning, but right now, it appears he’s choosing to ignore it. If he is, then so am I.
“Hello, Rory. Brought you some lunch.” He holds up the cup and bag like it’s a peace offering, and then he walks over to my desk. He rests his ass on the edge and hands me the items, which I gladly take.
“Oh, a pumpkin spice latte!” I exclaim, pulling the stirrer out of the lid.
“And an everything bagel with cream cheese,” Alistair adds. I take a sip and close my eyes, moaning at the sweet flavor. “Make more noises like that, kitten, and I might have to dote on you every day. Wouldn’t want you to get spoiled, now would I?”
After opening my eyes, I flick them to his, seeing heat reflected back at me. His bright, blue gaze darts to my lips then back to my eyes before he realizes what he’s doing and shakes his head. “I—umm… Have a good day,” he stutters before turning abruptly and leaving.
Will it always be like this? Painfully awkward and uncomfortable? I watch him go with a little sadness as Maddox sits behind his desk and reaches for his coffee without even glancing at me. Alistair plops down in the chair opposite Maddox and asks, “What the hell was Charles Fletcher doing here? I ran into him and his pathetic posse on my way up.”
The rest of the conversation is lost on me because I finally have a name.
Charles Fletcher.
I chew on my lip nervously as I reach into my purse and grab the phone from Bronson. It feels like the phone is burning my skin as I debate whether to text him or not. I dart my gaze between the phone and the Dixen brothers as a war wages within me, and then I finally make my choice.
I choose myself and the only predictable way to secure my future.
Dropping my eyes, I open the phone and text Bronson the name, then I toss it back into my purse as quickly as possible.
Guilt fills me, and I drop my head into my hands. Was that the right move?
Not that it matters now, what’s done is done. I can’t undo it, even if I wanted to. I just pray I can keep my shit together, that I can continue working for them and look them in the eyes, knowing I’ve betrayed them.
Bronson said they were the monsters, but at the moment, I feel like the only monster is me.
