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“That’s a below-the-belt type of blow, dude. Can you just pretend you didn’t see me?” I ask hopelessly.
Julius crosses his arms, “No.”
“Right, of course. I quit my job. There. Happy now?”
“Why did you quit? Wasn’t it like your dream to work at that ridiculous magazine?” He asks with brows furrowed, trying to figure out what’s going on.
“Turns out you were right, and that place sucks.”
“I’m always right, Lexi.”
“Oh, please, don’t get me started, and weren’t you leaving?”
“I was, I am.” He turns around to head downstairs but then stops and looks over his shoulder at me. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Awww, are you worried about me?”
He rolls his eyes. “No, not a chance,” Jules says and continues walking.
That tough guy can pretend all he wants, but he does have a heart underneath all that stony façade, and my little ballerina friend brings it out a bit more each day.
I flop down on my bed, rubbing my face with my hands, and groan to myself.
Why? Why did it have to go like that? Why did Landon have to be such a dick? Why did he have to look so good? So freaking sexy, powerful, and dark?
Dark Angel. That’s who he reminds me of, and I need to dump that thought right out since I won’t be seeing him anymore, and even if I did, his stupid mouth ruins that pretty picture.
But damn it, what could that mouth do to me? And those hands! God, what about that body? I bet I would feel so tiny beneath all that power and sheer muscle.
And we are done here, Lexi! Snap out of it.
We hate him, remember?
Yep, I do. I hate him. He is evil incarnate, and may Lord bless the unfortunate soul stuck at that desk as his personal assistant.
I change into comfy clothes—sweats, oversized cropped sweatshirt, and fuzzy socks—pull my hair in a halfway bun anddump my useless, workless body on the living room couch. I had just gotten situated with my favorite plain vanilla ice cream and cherry syrup on top when Kate barged into the room, running toward me.
“Tell me everything!” She demands.
I lift up one eyebrow, “Your boyfriend is shit at keeping things to himself, you know that?”
“Har har, I can’t believe you didn’t call me right away.”
I look away from her piercing gaze and stick a big spoonful—yes, I use tablespoons to eat my ice cream, thank you very much—into my mouth.
“There’s nothing to say, the CEO is a complete dick, and I couldn’t work with him.”
“Lexitharus, I need details!” I hate that stupid nickname she created for me when we were kids and tortures me with it once in a while to get what she wants. Still, I cave in and recount my day minute by minute.
“Oh my goodness, I cannot believe he said all those things to you! What the hell?” Kate looks downright murderous.
“Yep, and I wasn’t going to bow down to that idiot, so I quit,” I say calmly and keep eating my frozen dairy medicine.
“Well, I can’t blame you! Put that ice cream down, and let’s go get drunk.”
“Katierex? Is that you talking?” She rolls her eyes and pulls me off the couch. “Wait, wait, we gotta wait until Enzo gets off. He wanted to come to drink with us.”
“Enzo, the coworker?”
