Page 350 of Savage Bosses

“Because you told me to.”

“Shouldn’t matter because that was the easy way out. If it’s in you to be at Oxford, then own it. Show me that you’re just as worthy to be there as anyone else. Not me or anyone else can take that from you. I know you are worthy, but you need to know that too.”

She stared at me, probably wondering why I was being nice to her. I couldn’t help it. I still had a soft spot for her, but that didn’t mean we would have a chance for us again.

“Even after everything that has happened, you still find ways to motivate me.”

“Because I’ll always see the potential in you. That will never change.”

She gave a tiny smile as she looked at the coffee table. I looked around the room, not knowing what to say, as she cleared her throat.

“I’m still sorry for what I’ve done. I shouldn’t have walked out on you; instead, I should have talked to you and been honest with you.”

“You should have, but we can’t turn back time, can we?”

“If we could, I think many things would have been changed.”

“Exactly.”

“But if the offer still stands about your grandmother’s party, I’ll be happy to go with you.”

“You sure?”

Porsha nodded. “Yes, I’ll go.”

“Okay, great. I’ll give you the details once I learn more about it.”

“Okay.”

I just now noticed there were papers scattered all over Porsha’s sofa. She gave an embarrassed smile before picking up the papers.

“Sorry, I guess I should had moved them before you sat down.”

“I’m not going to keep you if you were working. I just wanted to come by and apologize, that’s all.”

“I wasn’t working. I should be, but I couldn’t concentrate.”

“Then, what is it? It looks like you were reading a story.”

“I was writing. Actually, I was looking over what I have written so far.”

I was surprised when she mentioned she was writing a story. I couldn’t help but to smile, as that was one of the goals Porsha was striving for when we were dating.

“Wow, so you’re finally writing a story?”

“Yeah, finally. It’s taking me some time to finish it.”

“It doesn’t matter how long it’s taking you to write it; at least you’re writing. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you mind if I read what you have so far?”

She looked hesitant as she clutched her story to her chest.

“What’s wrong? Is the story about us?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. But I haven’t showed anyone my story. I was going to wait until it’s fully done before I do.”

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