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I turned and tried to twist out of his barricade, but he didn't budge."Atticus, are you going to let me go?"
"No, I don't think I will."
"What?"
"I’m sure you haven't eaten today, so I'm going to feed you.And then I'm going to send you back to your office, fully fed and satisfied."
And why, oh why, did my traitorous pussy shudder at the sound of the word satisfied?
Chapter22
Gwen
I should have knownI wouldn’t escape the day unscathed.
I hadn’t even gotten my usual sprawled-all-over-my-fiancé wake up call for my birthday.Which was bullshit.If I was going to have to sleep next to a gorgeous billionaire every night, the least he could do was warm a girl up.
Warm you up.Sure.
Whatever.I was almost getting used to the cuddles.
The point was this morning I’d woken up alone to a cold bed.Atticus was just coming back from the gym as I was leaving to meet Lance to walk to work.He hadn’t even given me a performative kiss for Lance.Just kissed my forehead and told me to have a good day.
Even Lance hadn’t said anything this morning, so I thought I’d escaped.My assistant, Carrie, had gotten the team to sign a card since that was the level of fanfare I was allowing.
However, no one told my sister.
The off-key singing down the hallway was my first clue.The raucous laughter was the second.
Maybe I could hide and she would just go away.
Alas, as the singing drew nearer, I knew it was too late.
I wasn’t even embarrassed about it as I slid down my chair and hid under my desk.Maybe if she didn't see me, she would just go away and leave me to work in bliss.
Suddenly, a low baritone thatcouldsing joined my sister.
Lance.The traitor.
He knew how I felt about my birthday these days.I used to love my birthday.It used to be my favorite day.
Not anymore though.One year older.Twenty-five.
Ugh, there had to be a way out of this.
The door to my office opened without the courtesy of a knock.I sat as quiet and as still as I could under my desk.Morgan and Lance still sang at the top of their lungs, though, Morgan purposely going even higher and more off-pitch.
God.
Mom had taken her to voice classes when we were kids because Morgan was convinced she was born to be a Broadway actress.Obviously, that never worked out, given my bleeding ears.
Finally, they stopped, and I held my breath, thinking they might just go away.
"Where the hell is she?"
Lance laughed."You know Gwen.If she could avoid the whole day, she would."
"She can't keep avoiding her birthday."
