Page 69 of Bigfoot Boss
“We fulfilled your contract with Ms. Thorn—” Pleasant says.
“What did you do?” I demand.
“We gave her the money that you promised her. We offered her another job with the company that was in no way connected to you, and she declined. She signed an NDA and took the money,” Ness says.
“You gave her the money?” I stand, my hands reflexively ball into fists.
“We didn’t have a choice. We’re lucky she didn’t try to take us to court. She wouldn’t have ruined just you Sacha, she could have taken down the whole company.” Pleasant’s wings flutter with irritation.
“I don’t care what it would have ruined! Where is she?”
“You should be thanking us, Sacha. You signed a sexual contract, the lawyers are furious. we saved your ass,” Pleasant says.
“WHERE IS MY MATE!?” I yell, feeling the anger boiling to the surface. My fist hits the desk before I realize I’ve swung it. The room is quiet enough to hear the cracks splintering like lightning across the surface of Ness’s desk, until the broken lines reach the edge, and the desktop shatters. Everything on Ness’s desk crumbles to the floor in a rain of tempered glass. Pleasant flinches, but no one else moves for a long silent moment. My chest feels like it might burst.
“Gone. She’s gone Sacha, she took the money and left.” Ness scoots his chair calmly away from his ruined desk.
I don’t listen to any more of his words. My feet take me to the hallway without any instructions from my brain. None of this matters if I’ve lost her. I have to find her, I have to explain, I have to make sure she knows that everything I said before was real. She is mine, forever and always, no matter the money, or the job, or some silly contract that never actually meant anything. None of that matters. I belong to her.
While I wait for the elevator I pull out my phone, calling her over and over, praying she will pick up. She isn’t answering my text messages, and she’s never listened to a voicemail in her life, so her mailbox is too full to accept new messages. I need to see her. I need to speak with her. To explain!
I growl in frustration.
The elevator is moving too slowly, I move to the stairs, taking them three at a time all six stories to the lobby. I don’t have time to wait for a town car, or an Uber, or a cab. I need to see her now.
Fuck it. I am not a man, I am a beast, I don’t need to wait.
So I run.
My bare feet pound the sidewalk, the wind buffeting my face. My suit feels tight, too tailored to allow for these movements, but I only run harder, feeling the seams split along my shoulders and back, hearing the ones around my hips tear.
A woman walking a poodle steps in front of me. I veer around her with a low snarl, not willing to stop, not willing to waste another moment away from my Bay, my mate. I cannot let those assholes at the office ruin everything for me.
I skid to a stop in front of her door, seams ripped and my chest burning for oxygen.
I pound on her apartment door.
“Bay! Open up!” I bellow at the hollow aluminum door.
“What’s going on?” Bailey opens her door. My heart almost cracks in two when I see her perfect face.
Bailey looks me up and down before her face contorts into something that isn’t quite surprise as she takes me in. “Sacha! You’re here. Are you alright? What happened to your suit?”
“Bailey. I love you.” That's all I can think to say.
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READY FOR A BIG COMMITMENT
Sacha
Her face changes, her expression softening until she throws her arms around me wrapping me in a hug so tight that I lose all concern she didn’t miss me. She buries her face into my chest. It takes me a full breath to return the embrace, dipping my head down, pressing my nose into her, letting her smell fill me until a part of me breaks. I lift her from the ground, holding her against me, never wanting to let her go.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” Her words are muffled by my body.
“I love you,” I repeat into her neck. Having her in my arms has helped calm my breathing, but my chest is still screaming for her.
“Yeah. I think you said that before.” She chuckles gently.
