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I fucking miss him.

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MATTHIAS

THE NIGHT OF THE REQUEST

There’s so much waiting on me. Countless reports that need my signature. Two complicated cases that need my insight. A date at court tomorrow for one of my highest-profile clients.

It’s not just the pressure from Lawson and Buckingham. There’s also what’s on my roster from my other job. The career path I never would’ve chosen for myself, but find myself walking nonetheless.

Neither job is enough to distract me from thinking about Wy though. Nothing is.

It’s been just over a year since Wyatt walked out of my life. Again. And once again, it’s done nothing to lessen my preoccupation with him.

Just like the first time, it’d been my fault. If I’d made it clear to the rest of The Firm that Wyatt’s position was untouchable, he never would’ve been fired.

My fault. I already knew he hated me for purchasing the law practice in the first place. Well, he believed it was my family. He didn’t know the funds came from my account alone.

Just as I hadn’t known that taking up the partner role in his department would oust him from the position he’d been building toward. I’d done so in the hope of spending more time with him.

Instead, it drove a bigger wedge between us.

For the past year, I’ve had to watch him struggle from afar, knowing he was going through the most traumatic events of his life without me by his side. When Jen walked out on him, I almost asked Cade to kill her for me.

I should’ve been delighted he was single, but instead, I was furious. How dare she leave Wyatt when he needed her most?

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve almost knocked on his door. I know where he lives. I’ve always known.

Stalking Wyatt from the shadows takes up so much time it could be counted as my third occupation.

But I know now more than ever, that Wyatt won’t accept my help. That hasn’t stopped me from interfering in small ways. Ones I knew he’d never notice. I’ve bribed his landlord to ensure that Wyatt is never evicted from the shithole he and Jackson call home, regardless of how far behind on rent they fall. I’ve even had his piece-of-shit car towed in the dead of night and repaired before being replaced by dawn.

A job offer awaits Wyatt at any law firm he chooses to apply to, including mine.

But his CV never comes in.

I’m watching him waste away from afar, and I have no clue how to stop it. The man I love is literally starving, and there’s nothing I can do.

He won’t accept my help. The bad blood between us runs too deep.

On his side, at least.

I don’t blame him for it. If I were in his shoes, I’d feel the same. And Wyatt is far too stubborn and proud to accept help.

Especially from me.

He’s also not in the right place to hear the truth of what happened all those years ago. The moment Father died, I wanted to go to Wyatt, to tell him everything and beg him to let me back into his life.

But he’d moved on and grown into a version of himself I didn’t know.

A version that hated my fucking guts.

I’m at the end of my tether though. I watched from behind my car’s tinted windows this morning as a piece of gum almost sent him over the edge. Gum.

His frustration has me wanting to barrel over there and wrap my arms around him. To beg him to let me take care of him. To make all his problems disappear.

But he wouldn’t like that. Wyatt hates me almost as much as I love him.

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