Page 48 of Love your Billionaire Boss

“Shut up.” Cleo waved her inside. Elle slid past her and into the living room, and plopped down on the couch. Cleo sat next to her.

“Uh-oh,” said Elle, spotting the plate of cookies.

“What?”

“You only bake those when you’re sad or homesick.”

“Do not.”

“Do too. And what’s with the blanket? You look like an old cat lady.”

Cleo pulled it off her head and tossed it on the couch.

“And you’re watching this?” Elle asked.

Cleo nodded. “You have murder mysteries. I have this.”

“Well, according to the evidence, this looks like the scene of a breakup.”

“I’d have to have a boyfriend for a breakup,” said Cleo softly.

“True,” said Elle, studying her for a moment. “Oh no. What happened with the shortstop?”

As much as Cleo wanted to keep last night and this morning’s humiliation to herself, she couldn’t. She burst into tears and told Elle everything. Elle pulled her in for a big hug as she listened intently. When Cleo finally caught her breath, Elle held her out at arm’s length and looked at her with a fire blazing in her eyes.

“Where’s the note?” she asked.

“In the garbage.”

“And he didn’t even text or call to check in? What if you hadn’t seen it?”

Cleo shook her head.

“What an asshole. I’m so sorry, Cleo.”

Cleo shrugged defeatedly.

They sat in silence for a little bit before a small smile creeped over Elle’s face.

“At least you can say you got it on with a pro baseball player.”

“Elle!” Cleo shouted, shoving her friend.

“What?”

Cleo laughed softly.

“How was it?”

“Elle!”

“I’m just curious!”

“I don’t kiss and tell.” Cleo couldn’t help but smile. Thinking about the sex, without the tarnish of the morning, made her blush.

“Oh, my God!” Elle pointed at her. “It was good.”

“Amazing.” Cleo sighed dramatically, falling back into the couch.

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