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She wanted to ruin me like I ruined Niall’s life.
And she succeeded by taking the only person who ever loved me unconditionally. Except this time, I wasn’t going to wallow in self-pity. It took months but eventually, I was able to let go of the guilt enough to realize you can’t control everything in your life.
I knew it was time to win Bianca back, even if it meant going to the ends of the earth.
I wasn’t losing her again.
Her best friends were the only two people who knew where she moved but they hated my guts and it was understandable. I deserved it. They were loyal to a fault and wouldn’t help me. But I wasn’t going to let her go just like that. So I went to her office, hoping they might have a clue, but it was a dead end until I ran into her boss, Zara.
She came in like a godsend and I don’t know what she saw but the woman told me where my Bianca had gone. And on the next flight, I was here. Except, finding the city she lived in was only the first obstacle. Her boss had made sure the work was cut out for me. It took another few months of searching through every interior designing company in the city, and that was full of dead ends. Until it hit me one night that I was doing it all wrong.
There’s only one reason why Bianca would leave her dream job: to make her dream a reality. The same day, I found my sweet kitten.
She didn’t see me when I came here the very next day, but when I first laid my eyes on her after all these months, I finally breathed air into my lungs. I swear, time had stood still like it does in those silly rom-com movies as I soaked up every inch of her. Just catching a glimpse of her is like a dying man’s last wish come true.
Her hair was longer, skimming the top of her ass, which swayed enticingly with every step as she skipped to her building on the sidewalk. However, the first thing I noticed was the weight she had lost and that her cheeks looked sunken as though the weight of the world was on her shoulders. It broke my heart.
The guilt swam back with a vengeance. I couldn’t ignore the fact that I was the reason she had to start over in a new city. After all, this was the second time I made her run from the ones she loved.
I vowed it would be the last time and that I would fix everything if it’s the last thing I do.
So here I am, shooting my shot. Her anger is a sweet balm, letting me know her spirit is as strong as ever. I would’ve never forgiven myself if I had broken it.
“The door is behind you. Leave,” she orders, forcing my attention to fixate on her. “And don’t ever come back.”
The rejection stings but I don’t dare to move. I’ll take every punch with a smile because the more she does it, the more alive I feel. Like she resurrected me back to life.
“I was told the boss is pretty sweet,” I quip teasingly before wincing, “Didn’t know you’d be biased and kick a man when he’s already down.”
Her eyes flare with the same fire she aimed at me the first time we met. One hand falling to her hip, she retorts, “You deserve it.”
“I do.”
“Then leave.”
“I’m only here for an interview.” I try another tactic. “If you think I’m not qualified, I’ll go.”
Nose twitching adorably in annoyance, she taunts, “Liar.”
“I will leave.” Then come back tomorrow. But she doesn’t need to know that.
We both stand in a silent stare-off where I notice the slight blush forming on her cheeks. There’s a slight hitch in her breath, and when her lips part, I can no longer resist letting my hungry eyes trail lower. As if she can feel the energy between us twisting into hotter degrees, she huffs out, “Fine. Let’s get this over with.” Turning around to go behind her desk, she mumbles under her breath, “Like his bossy ass can handle working for someone else.”
I hide my chuckle and sit across from her. The memory of fucking her on a similar desk has my cock hardening behind the zipper of my jeans. Fuck. It’s going to be painful not being able to touch her. The job, whether she gives it to me or not, is just an excuse to be close to her.
A message to let her know I’m never leaving her side.
I clear my throat when her gaze drifts to my abs and lock there. Cheeks turning pink, she flicks those eyes to mine and pretends I didn’t notice. Switching her expression to indifference, which she fails, she asks her first question, “Why do you want this job?”
“I’m in love with the boss.” I tell her the truth. Her hand flies to her chest, where a thin chain peeks through her top. She drops her hand when I stare a little too long. “I want to be in her life any way she’ll have me.”
“I’m not your boss yet,” she murmurs. The slight hitch in her voice betrays how I still make her pulse race. Stubbornly lifting her chin, she taunts, “Can you take orders?”
Keeping my face straight is a hardship. Somehow, I manage and calmly answer. “Yes.”
She gives me a look saying I’m full of shit. If only she knew I would happily obey every order she throws at me, if it means she’ll take me back. I would crawl, drop to my knees, and plead if she told me to.
“Have you been an assistant before?”
