Page 19 of From You to Me

It seemed like Jay and I weren’t the only ones with problems.

The temperature in this room rose with each second, making my heart nearly fall to the floor. I had to get out of here before it combusted to a record high.

I quickly turned and dashed into the kitchen. I put away the trash and donned my purse and jacket in a matter of seconds.

My hands were shaking at this point. I had to get out of here.

Lily called to me just as I was leaving through the hallway. “Evy, are you leaving already? Come hang out with us.”

My breath hitched in a sharp inhale as I stopped short, glancing her way.

But before I could answer, Jay’s cold voice thundered through. “Don’t bother my employee, Lily.”

A burn crept through the edges of my vision, and I didn’t wait for another second as I continued down the hallway.

I heard Mikey say, “Did you have to be such a mean-o, Emmie?”

Tears brimmed my eyes as I rushed to the elevator. I gasped for air as the hurt escalated throughout my body.I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here.

After what felt like ages, the elevators finally reached the ground. I didn’t care as I pushed aside the people, tunnel-visioned on the glass doorway, and hurried as fast as I could.

The automatic door opened upon my presence. A gush of cold air with the light rain washed over my face as I dove outside.

I could feel the oxygen filling my lungs and my labored breathing slowing down.

I sank to the nearest wall as the rain poured down on me, but I didn’t care because it finally felt like I could breathe again.

Somehow, though, the deep-seated hurt never dissipated. My heart could take just about anything, but when it was my baby hurting me, it killed me.

I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I only knew one thing.

I have to find a way to tell him everything.

CHAPTER 5

The image of a well-clad male specimen with a blond bombshell in his arms was the sight my eyes remained fixed on for the past five minutes.

A sight that put a sour taste to my morning routine. It was my favorite thing to do. As I sipped my first coffee every morning, scrolling through the media for even the briefest glimpse of him. It didn’t matter that I saw him in real life now. I was a glutton for punishment.

Even Strawberry’s little coos couldn’t drag my eyes away from that.

The sting in my throat told me I was hurt, but the boiling flame in my veins told me I was jealous and angry.

Jay was wearing the same immaculate suit. He must have had a wild night.

His expression was cool and uncaring as he stared at the camera.

The article told me it was an exclusive private party held at the Roofline to commemorate the fiftieth anniversary of some big-ass music producer.

The whole gang was there—red neon lights dancing across their faces, drinks in hand, grinning at the camera.

But my eyes never strayed from those arms wrapped around a slender waist wearing almost nothing looking up at him like he was the creator of her universe.

The sight that brought nausea to rise up my chest.

I had always hated seeing him with other women. But this dug in a little deeper, and I wasn’t sure why.

Maybe because I was back in his life.

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