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“Dani?” I call out. The apartment is quiet, too quiet. I fall back on the pillows. “What the actual fuck?”

Chapter Thirteen

Iknew I shouldn’t have done it. I should have woken him up, told him I was going to work. Told him to get up and get ready too. I don’t know why I didn’t. Actually, yes, I do. I was being petty after he thought he could just show up at my apartment unannounced and impose his will on me. And I knew the moment I saw him storm into the office that I fucked up.

He gives me a glare before slamming his door behind him.

Shit. I knew he’d be upset, but I didn’t think he’d be this pissed off. Unfortunately I have to go and face him. I can’t just ignore him all day. I need to work with him. This is why it’s never a good idea to get into bed with your boss. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ve always prided myself on being intelligent. Yet, for some reason, whenever I’m around Alistair, it’s like all of my brain cells are fried. I’m only able to concentrate on one thing.

Him.

And that’s a problem. I need to focus on me, on my career. I swore after the whole Hunter ordeal that I would never let another man overtake my life. And after weeks of being with Alistair, I’m risking everything just to have him in my bed. Or his bed.

Deciding I need another coffee before facing my boss’s adult temper tantrum, I head for the kitchen, make a cup, and go back to my office. I sit down just as my phone vibrates across my desk. I almost don’t pick it up. I’m not ready to deal with a grumpy Alistair Warner if it’s him. I peek at the phone and see my mum’s picture flash across the screen. A smile splits my face.

“Hi, Mumma, how are you?” I greet her.

“Good, good. How’s my baby?” she asks.

“Not so much a baby,” I tell her.

“You will always be my baby, Danielle. Tell me, what’s new? How’s the job going?” she presses.

“Good. It’s busy but I love it.”

“And they’re treating you well?” she questions me.

My thoughts drift to just how well my boss is treating me. Images of Alistair above me, thrusting in and out of me, flit through my mind.

“Danielle? Are you still there?”

“Yes, I’m here. Sorry… just thinking about a case,” I lie. “They’re good here. It’s a great company,” I tell her, because it is. It’s the best firm in the city.

“Good to hear. What about on the man front? Any news there?”

Rhonda Hutchinson is a hopeless romantic. She has it in her head that I’m going to find my one great love. She never really cared for Hunter. She tolerated my ex because I picked him.

“Not really,” I say.

“You’re hiding something from me, Danielle. I can tell. Who is he?”

“No one I’m ready to introduce to you and Daddy yet,” I reply.

“Sooo, is it good?”

“Is what good?” I ask her.

“The sex?”

“Oh my god, Mum, you did not just ask me that,” I screech at her.

“What? It’s a perfectly reasonable question. God knows Hunter was a dud. You deserve to be having good sex, you know. Your father and I?—”

“Mum, I gotta go. Sorry. Got a meeting.” I hang up the phone and throw it on my desk. The last thing I ever want to hear about is my parents’ sex life. Like, seriously, ew. Just gross. I feel like I need to floss my ears out after just that little bit.

I reach for my coffee cup and sip at the hot, overly sweet brew. I may have added extra sugar. I need the pick-me-up. Maybe I should go home this weekend, spend some time with my parents. I used to visit them at least once a month. I’ve only been back there twice since the Hunter ordeal. There are too many memories of him in that house. Not only did he manage to humiliate me on the damn altar, he also ruined the comfort I found in my childhood home.

I hate him. I never thought it possible to hate someone as much as I do my ex.

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