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Whoever said that is a fucking moron.
Besides, either she’s with me or with someone else. And there’s no way in fuck I was going to let her be with Knox, Daniel, or even Sebastian.
I’ve been hit by the same haze that took over me when Aspen told me that my “wife” brought cupcakes and was talking with the three fuckers. Logical thoughts were the last thing on my mind when I barged in there. I knew she didn’t like it when I refused the internship, but I didn’t think she’d show up and negotiate her way into one.
Behind my back.
I’m well aware of her half-jogging behind me as I march to my office, but I don’t look at her. I’m charged up enough as it is without being distracted by the sight of her.
If I had enough decency, I would slow down and let her catch up, but that term doesn’t fucking exist in my dictionary.
As soon as we’re inside, I shut the door, lean against it, and face her.
Gwyneth stands in the middle of the office, catching her breath. But then she glares at me with her arms crossed over her chest. “I don’t want to intern with you.”
“Good thing you don’t have a say in it.”
“But you said no the other time. What made you change your mind?”
Her going to someone else.
Knox’s hand on her.
The fucking cupcakes she brought.
Any. All.
“Why do you want to intern here?” I ask instead of answering her question.
“I want the experience.”
“Why now?”
“It’s summer and pre-law students intern during the summer.”
“That’s all?”
“And…to keep busy, okay? I can’t afford to feel empty right now, so don’t stop me from doing this.”
It’s about Kingsley.Fuck.
I should’ve known that the happy façade she puts on in front of Martha and the world is just that. A façade. A disguise to hide what she’s feeling inside.
She’s excellent at that. Hiding. Whether physically or emotionally. Especially when it comes to the emotional pain, because she’s far more open in other areas.
I push off the door and approach her slowly. I don’t miss the way her eyes widen a little or how she watches my every move. She does it all the time back at the house, which is one more reason why I keep my fucking distance.
“Why didn’t you say that when you first talked to me about the internship? When asking for something, you’re supposed to back it up with all the right arguments.”
“You didn’t really give me a chance. You said no, and that’s final. And the discussion is over. Your three favorite expressions, remember?”
“Watch the tone, Gwyneth.”
“I’m sure Knox wouldn’t mind it if you just let me intern with him.”
“That’s out of the question and that’s final.”
“See? You said it again! It’s final this and final that. I’m not a robot, you know. There’s this little thing called emotions, and I’m not desensitized to them. I don’t have that word on my negative list.”
