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I curse at Mr. Nathan for being late. Where the fuck is he?

“You know I’m here for you. If you need anything, tell me.”

Fuck. I don’t want him to worry about me. He already has plenty on his plate. Also, he has a habit of taking care of others before him. He never shares what’s bothering him because he doesn’t want to burden anyone with his baggage. After the shit show that happened last year, Marie made him understand that it’s okay to ask for help. Though, it’ll take years for him to let that sink in, much like how it’s taken years for him to depend on himself only.

To put his mind at ease, I come clean. “Thatgirl did it. Now stop asking me questions.”

I pull up my phone and scroll through emails as I check up on my online businesses and avoid facing him.

The phone is snatched out of my hold.

Suppressing a groan, I look at him.

Sebastian looks content now that he has my undivided attention. “Are we talking about the pretty girl? The one you bumped into?”

Fuck. I hate my life. Why did I say anything in the first place?

It was the truth. She is really pretty.

I stay silent, but Sebastian doesn’t.

“It was her.”

I ignore him.

“You are a dickhead.”

I want to punch myself.

“Heath, I’m talking—”

This is it.

“Yes, it was her, now shut up!” I snap and a few heads turn our way.

“Jeez, no need to yell at me. I was just asking,” he says nonchalantly as if he didn’t short-circuit my brain.

“Don’t ask.” It’s questioning how hot and bothered I am because of her. Sebastian and Marie will be on my ass if they know half the things rolling in my head regarding her.

“I’m still wondering how it happened.”

I have no clue myself. I was on my way to the rooftop to smoke. I wanted to smother the sick feeling curling in my chest when she collided with me. Again. I had no intention of seeing her, let alone talking to her. Somehow, one thing led to another, and I had a full conversation with her, which for some strange reason I didn’t mind.

“She walked into me and—”

“Again?” He smirks. I glare at him. “Fine, continue. I won’t say shit.”

“She saw my knuckles and offered to help to pay me back. I only agreed because I wanted her to leave me alone. At the infirmary she did this, we talked a bit, and then she left.”

“What did you talk about?”

“Stuff. Now that I’ve told you, stop pestering me.”

“You left out a great deal. But it’s fine. At least you’re finally going to get some pussy.”

“It’s not like that.” I grind my teeth.

He smiles. “Isn’t it? You called her pretty, let her take care of your hands, and also talked to her—you never talk to anyone. So I believe there issomethingthere.”

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