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No.
He was there because he followed us. Followedher. My friend here needs to realize that I’m the one protecting her now, and he doesn’t stand a chance against me.
While he takes the two minutes to calm the hell down, I get the coffee pot started and grab leftover breakfast from yesterday. Andre is an amazing chef who comes out once or twice a week to prepare my meals for the week for me.
That might seem lazy to most, but with how much work I need to worry about, it’s a lifesaver for me. He’s also compensated well for his time and effort.
Alex takes a seat at the counter, watching me intently as I stroll around the kitchen with ease.
“She’ll only be a tease, man.”
I stop abruptly. I’m trying to take calming breaths, get my simmering anger under control before it threatens to escape and I punch him. He’s staring at me as if he didn’t say something disrespectful about her and it takes everything in me not to jump over this counter. If anyone needs a hard lesson on respect, it’s Alex, but I turn away from him and continue to heat my food up.
“She’ll never give it up to you,” he seethes.
The slow smile I give him causes him to sit straighter in his seat while I inch closer to him, not breaking eye contact. “Guess that’s something we will have to see about.”
He scoffs. “Yeah, right. I was with her for a year, dude. Nothing. She wouldn’t even suck my dick!”
My fists are clenched tightly at my sides, enough that my knuckles are turning white, while my face is burning up with anger. I’m not sure why I continue to give this man the time of day, and that’s the only thing that has me taking a calm breath, then nodding toward the door.
“Get out.”
“Woah, man. No way.”
One breath. “Get.”
Two breaths. “Out.”
Three breaths. “Now.”
Alex is shaking from head to toe, foot bouncing on the bar of the stool he’s sitting on, before he stands abruptly and stalks to the door. Before he pulls it open, he turns to me with a smile, before laughing and shaking his head. “She got you just as good as she got me. Have fun with that, man.”
Then, he’s gone, and I can breathe a sigh of relief.
I think Ava would be proud of the restraint I showed just now, especially since the only thing I could imagine once he started talking about her was wrapping my hand around his throat. Squeezing it until life drained from him. Luckily for him, the thought of Ava is the only thing that prevented me from enacting such extraordinary measures.
This isn’t going to fly with me. I’ve seen the place Ava lives with her friend, and there’s no way she’d be able to stop Alex from getting to her. Which is why I plan on telling Ava that she needs to move in with me. It’s the only sure way I can make sure she’s safe from him.
* * *
It’s quiet in the customer service wing when I walk in. Is it always like this, or is it that everyone is staring at me with wide eyes? Ava is sitting on the edge of her friend’s desk, hands flying through the air as she smiles at whatever she’s talking about.
Millie’s eyes shine with amusement as soon as she looks up at me, then turns her attention back to Ava.
“It was a shitshow, and the entire reason I told my parents I’d never handle the chickens ever again,” Ava says breathlessly, as if the event took all the life out of her by her simply talking about it.
“Damn, too bad I missed all the good parts of that story,” I say and chuckle at her deer-in-the-headlights gaze when she spins around.
Millie leans back in her chair, clearly satisfied with the turn of events, and watches our interaction with a smile. Ava fidgets with her fingers, eyes darting between the items on her desk. I follow her gaze when it stops, catching sight of the single red rose in a small vase, before turning my attention back to her.
Her mouth is tipped up into a hint of a smile, and that makes my blood boil a lot more than it should, considering this is just temporary. I want to know who got her that flower, but maybe it was something from her parents. To show her that they are here for her.
But, would they have gotten one single flower, and a rose at that? If it was my parents, I’d assume they’d go with something like lilies or daisies.
I shake my head, clearly getting off-topic from the real reason I showed up on her floor. “Lunch today? We need to talk.”
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
