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Chapter Ten

Travis

Sighing, I punched the shower wall again. I’d fucked up. I knew I had, not only from Violet’s silent treatment on the drive back to my Melbourne apartment, but because I’d acted like a fucking moron in front of her. Talking to my employees like they were something special to me. They weren’t. But I had to make them feel they were so they did the best job they could. It had always been something I did. If they thought I treated them like diamonds, they would continue being an asset in my business.

It didn’t help that I’d slept with both of them years ago—one stupid drunken night.

I’d royally fucked up big time and wouldn’t blame Violet if she kicked me in the balls. I deserved it. I deserved worse.

Turning off the shower, I got out and grabbed my towel. I didn’t bother drying myself. I had to go out there and beg for forgiveness.

I’d gone for a shower because I felt fucking dirty for the way I’d acted. I should have introduced her to them from the start, at least then, I may still have Violet talking to me, but I hadn’t because I didn’t want them to know anything about Violet. She wasn’t a part of that world. She was good. Clean.

Christ, I hoped my time in the shower would also help Violet calm down a little. The drive to the apartment wouldn’t have been enough for her to listen rationally to me.

However, I knew if the shoe were on the other foot, I’d be an absolute prick. I wanted her to yell, to scream at me. I didn’t like the silence. Hell, I’d even suggest she could hit me a few times, or I’d do it myself.

Making my way into the room, I paused. No Violet.

I went from one room to another searching for her.

“Violet,” I called, walking out of the last spare room, my stomach beginning to bottom out.

No answer.

“Violet?” I called again, heading for the living room. She wasn’t there. I ran to the kitchen, the dining room, the games room, and the second living room. She wasn’t in any of them.

It was then, as I made my way back near the front door, I noticed her bag was gone from the floor where the doorman had dropped it after I’d asked my driver to deliver it to my apartment.

Violet had left.

My heart hammered in my chest.

Fuck.

She’d left without wanting to see or hear me.

I couldn’t blame her.

But it fucking killed.

I was in deeper shit than I thought.

“Fuck,” I roared into the silent room. I stomped down the hall, headed into my room and then to my walk-in robe. Dropping the towel, I dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. I went to my bed, sat, opened my bedside table and pulled out some socks.

Only to stop.

I’d been ready to race after Violet and beg, but I wasn’t sure it would work.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered. I was a complete and utter goddamn idiot. I had Violet with me, on a date. We’d been talking, laughing, having a great time, and then I’d screwed it over.

I fucking messed it up.

My actions were pathetic. I may have just ruined my life, what I wanted most.

I threw the socks at the wall. Running my fingers through my hair, I cursed myself. I had to think of something to get her back.

I needed Violet in my life.

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