Page 16 of A Bossy Proposal

I cancel his call.

I’m not in the mood to talk to him, not after Friday night.

But when it rings again, I answer, curiosity getting the better of me.

“Where have you been?” Felix’s has the nerve to sound panicked. “I’ve been trying to reach you all day.”

“I’ve been gone since Friday. Have you only just realized I’ve gone?”

As usual, he’s not listening.

He continues, “I had a call from the bank about some strange transactions on my account.”

“Maybe it was Jodie,” I tell him.

“Jodie—“

I chuckle, unable to help myself. “Yeah. I take it that you mean the same account you’ve been using to fund Jodie’s shopping sprees?”

“What are you talking about?”

I grit my teeth.

“I saw you, Felix. You and Jodie. I have got some photos and a nasty video on my phone to prove it was real, and I’m not being an untrusting girlfriend.”

“Ames, listen—”

“No, you listen. Keep Jodie tied to the bed, Felix. I’m already out of there. And out of our relationship.” My voice is firm, but a laugh threatens to spill out at the thought of Felix’s begging.

“Ames, please. Jodie was a mistake. I swear you’re the one I want to be with.”

“A mistake?” I snort. “So, a mistake is when your dick falls into her mouth, right?”

“That’s not fair, Amelia,” Felix snaps, his tone rising. “You’re being unreasonable.”

“Unreasonable?” My voice echoes off the locker room walls. “You’re the one who has been screwing my friend behind my back. I have every right to be unreasonable.”

“Look, please come home and we can talk about this, okay? The bank canceled the card, so you’re going to need to come home and sort it out with me or you’re homeless—again.”

I roll my eyes, incredulous. He thinks I’m going to walk back into that toxic situation. Not a chance.

“Goodbye, Felix.”

“I took you off the streets.”

“And you told me every day about how lucky I was that you did.”

“Ames…”

I disconnect the call and grab my bag and purse as I head for the elevator.

But as my finger hovers over the call button, I hesitate. I have one more night booked in the hotel, but what if it’s already canceled and Felix has been reimbursed?

I glance around the corridor at work before I pivot on my heel and march past the bank of elevators, straight to my desk.

The office is eerily quiet at this hour.

My computer hums to life.

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