Page 3 of From You to Me

I never thought I would meet Jay again. Yes, sometimes I dreamed of him coming and rescuing me from the pathetic life that I lived. But those were far-fetched wishful thinking. I had lost all hope after that day.

That day where I was lying on that dark alley floor begging for him to come save me.

And he never did.

I knew I had completely lost my Jay that day. That he was never ever coming back for me.

“Hey, chica. Are you done already?” Gabe hollered out from his desk just as I exited the elevator.

I finished up everything at the apartment earlier. There wasn’t much to do since the place was already impeccably clean. I wondered why I had to come in every day.

And I was scared to venture upstairs.

Because Jay was still there.

He never came down after that.

His breakfast still sat on the table, probably cold and stale at this point. I didn’t bother to clean it up, not wanting to face his wrath once again.

“So tell me who is it?” Gabe inquired.

“Just some singer,” I mumbled, easing into the seat next to him.

His face transformed in an instant like an excited puppy. “How famous of a singer are we talking about? Finally, we get a singer and not some prude businessman. Do you think I would get free concert tickets?”

I sighed.

Gabe gripped my hand and twisted my rolling chair around, making my head spin more than it already was. “Come on, say something. How famous are we talking? Do I know them? What genre do they sing? How hot are they? Please don’t tell me it is some retired musician. That would suck.”

I groaned as my eyes followed the revolving ceiling.

Gabe was never going to let me get away with this if I didn’t tell him who it was. He was relentless when it came to gossip and needed to know every sordid detail.

“Come on, Evy. Say something. Now is not the time for you to go into your quiet mode.”

“It’s J.J.,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Who again?” His brows furrowed in confusion.

“It’s J.J. from the Four Foxes.”

Gabe’s eyes widened into saucers as he shot from his chair and started to wildly rock mine. “You meantheJ.J.? The hottest male singer of the century. With the delicious tattoos and a carved body. The man whose smile makes women drop their panties. The man who has won multiple Grammys. You mean that J.J.? The Rock God. The gloriously delicious asshole who broke your fucking heart and abandoned you. You mean him?”

I blew out a breath. “Yes, him.”

He screamed as he got up in my face. “Please tell me he was hot. Just like the pictures. Please tell me they were not edited. I can’t believe J.J. lives in our fucking building. The Rock God is here above me, just a few floors away!”

“Tone it down,” I hissed, smiling at the couple waiting for the elevators, casting us a weird look. “You don’t want anyone hearing you and creating a scene.”

“Fine. Fine. Fine,” he said, plopping back into his seat.

I sighed thankfully and went back to stare at the dots on the ceiling. At least my world wasn’t spinning anymore. I heard a loud exhale and turned to see Gabe gesturing to me with his eyes. He widened them and then scrunched them up into tiny slits. And he repeated it over and over.

“What?” I mumbled.

“I was asking you what happened!?” he hissed.

“How am I supposed to know what you’re asking by looking at your weird eye movements.” I rolled my eyes.

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