Page 75 of Fight For Her
I approached the receptionist, a guy who looked to be in his midtwenties with coifed hair. “I’m here to see Kendahl Edwards. She’s a PR specialist.”
He looked me over and turned his lips down. “Do you have an appointment?”
“No, it’s a surprise visit.” I shifted from one foot to the other, cursing myself for telling him the truth instead of making up a bullshit story. He silently clicked away on his mouse, while I stood there feeling like an awkward outsider. After a full minute when he still hadn’t looked up I cleared my throat. “So…can you point me in the right direction?”
“I’m waiting for clearance from my boss. Visitors without an appointment aren’t allowed inside.” He cast his gaze back down, apparently done with me.
“Nevermind,” I said, pushing away from the desk. I was done with all the bullshit. I’d call Kendahl and get her to come out here.
Stepping aside, I pulled out my phone and called her. It rang multiple times, before sending me to voicemail.Of course.I tried again while pacing the gleaming white tile floor. No answer.
She had to come out at some point. I’d wait. Maybe seeing me sit there taking up valuable lobby space would get the receptionist to bend the rules for me.
An hour went by, and still Kendahl hadn’t called me back. My chest tightened thinking something was wrong. This was the longest amount of time we’d gone without talking since her move.
Movement from outside the window caught my eye. A black Rolls Royce pulled in front of the doors. At first I ogled the car, it was classy as hell. Until I shifted my gaze to the person getting out of the backseat. Kendahl. She looked gorgeous, in a form fitting navy dress. Her hair was pulled back, showing off her sloping neck and delicate collarbones. And those legs looked a mile long in her heels. I stood, readying myself to go to her, to finally feel her against me.
But I stopped as someone followed her out of the car. A tall, handsome guy in a suit that looked like it cost more than my entire wardrobe. He reached out and placed a palm on Kendahl’s bare upper arm. Every one of my nerve endings were on high alert. I shifted my gaze to her face. Surely, she’d look bothered by the contact. She’d shrug him off, right?
He trailed his hand down her arm and grasped her hand in his and she laughed at something he said. She fucking smiled, a bright, genuine smile.
I saw red. It took everything in me to not storm through the door and yank that fucker away from her.
He pulled her in for a hug.A hug.My chest tightened as I struggled to suck in a breath. This wasn’t happening again. I couldn’t lose her the way I lost Amy. I bent over, rubbing my palms over my knees.
“Sir?” the receptionist called to me sounding like he was far away. “Sir?”
“Coby?” Kendahl questioned. “Oh my God, you’re here!”
She came to me, pulled me close. I was smelling her honey scent, and feeling her soft skin but nothing was registering.
“Coby, are you okay?” She stepped back and reached up to take my face in her hands.
I backed away and watched her clutch her hands to her side. I wouldn’t look at her, I couldn’t.
“Who was that?” I asked through gritted teeth. She started to explain, but I went on, raising my voice. “Who the fuck was touching you, Kendahl?”
“Coby, what the hell? Let’s go outside and talk.”I flexed my fingers, tightening them into a fist. Every muscle in my body tensed but the sound of her voice pulled me back. “Coby? Come on, let’s go outside.” I raised my face to meet hers and she looked devastated. Fuck. What had I done?
Chapter 38
Kendahl
Istoodstockstill,completely mortified as Coby stalked out the door. What in the world was that all about and when did he get here?
Noticing the receptionist was watching me closely, I stepped to his desk. “How long was he here?”
“A while.” He rolled his eyes and went back to his screen. Okay then.
I took a deep inhale and followed Coby outside. He waited for me along the side of the building, pacing between a palm tree and an empty parking space. While his head was down, I watched him. It looked like he’d had a rough day. His shorts were dirty and wrinkled, his hair stood on end more so than normal, and he had sweat beading on the back of his neck. Another deep breath made its way to my belly while I gave myself an inner pep talk. We were two grown adults who had already worked through a lot of bullshit together. Communication is all we needed. Even if I wanted to knee him in the balls for talking to me the way he did, I’d give him a moment to explain himself.
He noticed me coming his way and his face fell. Five minutes ago his nostrils were flared and eyes were wide, and now he looked devastated.
“Baby, I’m sorry I lost it in there.” He scrubbed his palm over his face. “I saw that guy’s hands on you and I-I got so jealous.” As I approached him, he squeezed his eyes shut. “I’d understand if you wanted to end it.”
I grabbed his hands and pulled him to me. “Coby. Of course I don’t want to end things. Just-will you come here? Hold me.”
The sunlight bounced against his watering gray eyes making them shine. Without a word, he took me into his arms and held me tight. All my anger melted away. He was there, in LA. God, I missed him. Finally, our lips met and it had been like no time passed. His kiss was searching, demanding, and I drank him in. When we pulled apart my breaths came in quick pants.
