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“Yeah. She did.”
She wouldn’t dare. She’s mine for the next eight days—enough time to figure out how to make her mine permanently. “Well, she’s not allowed to quit. Call and tell her she better get her ass in here.” I hang up, bashing the receiver onto the base.
She’s not fucking quitting. I need her here. Now. My hands shake. I take a deep breath and hold it, trying to compose myself.
One. Two. Th—
“Fuck this.” Grabbing my cell, I hit her contact. It goes straight to voicemail.
“This little stunt is going to cost you. You’re mine for eight more goddamn days. Get to the fucking office!” I hang up.
Five minutes pass, and I redial. Voicemail again. “This is childish. Get into work, or I’ll follow through with my threats.” I hang up.
I don’t even wait long before I call her back. “This is ridiculous. At least answer my damn call.” Every second that passes, I lose more patience. Finally, I snap, storming out of my office and past reception.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Monroe. I can’t seem to get in touch—”
“Cancel all my meetings. I won’t be returning.”
“But—”
Twenty minutes later, I’m outside Fay’s apartment, my fist to her door. “Fay! Open the damn door! I’m not leaving until you—”
“She’s not home, so you can stop disrupting the entire building.”
I turn as a guy walks up the stairs. “How the hell do you know?”
“I passed her last night when I was coming in. She was leaving and had a pretty big bag. I’m guessing she’s not planning on coming back for a while.”
“Did she say where she was going?”
“Nope.” The guy disappears down the hall to his apartment, and I take out my phone and dial her number one more time. “Call me. . . please.” This time I can’t keep the tremble from my voice, my frustration turning into worry.
Chapter twenty-seven
Fay
Threesmelly,patheticdayslater. . .
A loud clanking stirs me awake. I drag my arms up, my palms slapping over my ears.
“You’re doing so great, honey.”
“I think I see a muscle forming.”
My hands do nothing to block out the noise.Jesus, not this again.I lift my blanket and peel an eye open. “Any chance you two can tone it down a notch?” My mother looks down at me, her hands on her hips. And she’s wearing that ridiculous workout jumpsuit again.
“Well, look who’s finally awake. Thinking about getting out of bed today?”
“Beds are meant to be stayed in. Why would I ever leave?”
“Because you haven’t left it in almost three days. It’s starting to smell in here.”
I twist my head and stick my nose into my armpit. Ew! “I smell fine. It’s probably you two. Sweating and stuff.” Shit, I smell awful.
“Your father and I are also wondering how much longer you plan on staying.”
I lift my head. “What do you mean? I’ve missed you both so much. I think me moving back in is for the best.”
