Page 46 of Donut Overthink It

I shove him away. “Don’t you dare touch me!”

“I need you to understand.” He sighs.

“Understand?” I gasp. “I understand that you are a lying, cheating piece of shit who fucks around on his wife,” I shout.

My breath starts to come quicker when I realize that I’ve seen the man sleep with a ton of women over the past three months. “You make me sick, Aiden.”

“Hadley …”

“No!” I shout.

I hear my office door open, and I turn my back to it, facing my window as I hear Millie speak. “You have a call, Mr. Kyle.” I can tell by the sound of her voice that she’s as confused as I am. That’s probably because I just screamed his first name as I ran to my office after his wife left his. Fuck, does everyone who works here know that he is married? Do they all keep it a secret from this wife that he is a manwhore?

“I’ll call them back,” he growls before I hear my door shut. Then he sighs. “Can we talk tonight? After the benefit?”

My eyes widen at the mention of the event that everyone from the firm has to attend.

I turn to face him with my eyes still wide as if he’s insane. What would make him think I care what he has to say?

He reaches up to cup my face, but I swat it away as my eyes narrow. “No, we can’t talk tonight,” I snap, angry with myself.

“Hadley.” He sighs as if my rejection has truly hurt him.

“Stop.” My voice cracks, and I try to swallow the lump in my throat. I don’t love the man, but he cheated on his wife. With me. God, I can feel that bile rising. And of course, she was gorgeous. Runway model gorgeous. She was tall, brunette, and had these beautiful green eyes—the exact opposite of me. I thought we had something. Fuck, I was stupid! It was just sex, Hadley. It meant nothing else.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispers.

“Hurt me?” I repeat afraid how close to home he is. “Don’t flatter yourself, Aiden. I’m not the woman in this situation who you hurt.” I shove him out of my way and start for my door.

“Where are you going?” he asks, following me.

“I’m taking the rest of the day off,” I shout over my shoulder.

“Hadley?” he calls out, and everyone in the office looks up to watch us once again.

“Fire me if you want, Aiden,” I growl and then pound on the button for the elevator.

Thankfully, it opens with a ding, and I jump inside. He doesn’t try to follow. I fall back against the cold wall and take a deep breath as the doors close me inside. “FUUCCKKK!” I shout, fisting my hands down by my side.

AIDEN

I stand in the silence of the office, everyone’s eyes on me now that Hadley is gone. You can still hear her voice through the closed doors as she cusses. I walk over to the other elevator and press the up button. I avoid eye contact as I enter and head up to my penthouse.

“Eve?” I demand, barging in.

“In here,” she calls out from the bathroom.

I find her in the adjoining walk-in closet. “What are you doing?” I demand, entering behind her.

“I’m looking for that red dress that has the slit up the right leg …” She trails off as she digs through her side of the closet. She’s doesn’t have much here anymore except for the stuff she never wears. She hasn’t stayed here in I don’t know how long. That is why I got this penthouse in the first place—to be alone.

“Can you forget the dress for two fucking minutes?” I snap, grabbing her arm and spinning her around.

“Aiden?” she growls. “What the hell …?” She trails off as her green eyes meet mine. She gives a little laugh, going back to digging through the closet. “You’ve slept with her.” It’s not a question. “Hadley,” she clarifies as if there was another woman who was just yelling at me downstairs.

I say nothing.

Her laughter grows. “You can admit it, Aiden. Not like either one of us are faithful.”

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