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I can’t believe she’s drunk. What the fuck got into her? She’s never behaved like this before.
I press the button for the elevator when Willow yanks free from my hold. She turns to me, and there’s so much hurt and anger on her face, that it rips the floor from under me.
“I’m not going up with you,” she hisses. She points to a group of people. “Go ask the brunette. I’m sure she’s more than willing to go up for a second time.”
She storms away from me, and before I can go after her, a client approaches me.
“Marcus, I haven’t had a chance to talk to you yet,” Mr. Bradbury says, as my eyes follow Willow out the front doors.
I shake Mr. Bradbury’s hand. “Sir, can you give me five minutes? I just need to call a cab for a friend.”
The elderly man looks impressed as he says, “Of course. I’ll wait for you by the bar.”
I hurry to the entrance, and when I get outside, I see Willow leaning against the side of the building. She has her arms wrapped around her as if she’s going to be sick.
I place my hand on her back. “Let me call you a cab.”
It won’t help if I try to talk to her now, not when she’s had so much to drink.
She moves away from my touch but doesn’t turn around to look at me.
“I can call my own cab. Go back inside.”
I take hold of her arm and turn her around so she’ll face me. When I see the tears, my growing impatience quickly morphs into worry.
“Why are you crying?”
She looks away from me towards the street, then quickly steps forward as she holds up her arm. A cab pulls up next to us, and she rushes toward it.
I grab her hand as she opens the door so I can hold her back.
“Willow, what the hell happened today? Talk to me.”
“What’s the use?” she whispers. “Talking won’t make it better.” She takes a deep breath before she looks up at me. “Don’t worry, Marcus. Tomorrow I’ll be back to my usual old self. Go back inside. Hit on some women. Go have fun.”
She pulls her hand free, and I watch as she climbs into the cab. I keep watching as the car pulls away from the curb and disappears around a corner.
Tomorrow it’s Willow and me. We’re going to talk.
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I hardly slept last night.
Fuck, yesterday was a mess. I spent half the day with Logan and his secretary, going over a merger we’re busy with. When I finally thought I was going to have a pleasant evening with Willow, things went to hell.
I drive to Willow’s apartment, and I don’t care that it’s only eight in the morning, I need to talk to her now.
I find an open space to park on the opposite side of the street. When I switch off the car, and I glance at Willow’s building, my heart stops.
I watch as Willow throws her arms around a man’s neck. He hugs her back, lifting her off her feet as she starts to plaster kisses all over his face. I don’t get a clear look at the guys face with Willow being all over him.
She looks happy.
They hold each other tightly as they walk back inside the building.
I don’t know how long I sit in my car as I try to process what I just saw.
Once the shock wears off, anger and jealousy flare up in its place. I somehow drive back home without causing an accident.
