Page 158 of Sassy Love
His hold. Whether that’s to keep it safe or wring the life out of it before he leaves, I guess, is the part I’m too terrified to face and find out.
I don’t believe in grand gestures.
Hell, not so long ago, I didn’t believe in love.
Chemistry and physical pleasure, yes.
Love, no.
My belief system is changing right before my eyes. As if the evidence of how wrong I have been simply keeps unfolding before me with this man.
I’m in awe.
I’m in disbelief.
I’m wholly out of my comfort zone.
“I know how hard it’s been for you to let people in. But honey, sometimes the heart recognizes what the head cannot understand. That boy isn’t built for your head, we all know you have that part mastered, he’s built for yourheart.”
“God, Mills,” I say before sinking back into the chair and burying my face in her blankets.
“Besides, Henry and I are getting pretty serious. We’re going to need our own space, eventually.”
I chuckle through a sobbing breath. She smiles at me with tears in her eyes.
Look at us two.
Pair of mushy crybabies over two men who have turned our little existence on its head.
Half our luck.
With Mills comfortable and the day only just begun, I down a double-shot cappuccino and stride into the office. I’m hoping to catch Lawson before he’s called in to see Serelle.
But when I reach the fish tank, it’s empty.
Not just empty. It’s vacated.
What the actual hell?
His belongings, usually arranged so neatly on his desk, are gone. Bob wanders in with a box of what I assume are his office supplies. The smirk on his face when he claims Lawson’s desk makes my cappuccino reappear in my throat.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I snap, tossing my bag on my desk.
“Leveling up.” He puffs out his chest, running a hand through his greasy, almost nonexistent hair, the smirk not wavering in the slightest.
“Like hell.”
I storm from the fish tank. Where the fuck is Lawson, and why in Lucifer’s lair is Bob at his desk? I march through the staff area, making a beeline for Serelle’s office. Her door is closed as I round the corridor, and two guys sit in her office as she turns her laptop around, showing them something.
I pull the door open, not caring in the least as it hits the wall with a bang.
“I beg your pardon,” Serelle hisses.
“Where is he?” I growl.
“I assume you mean Lawson?”
I tilt my head, snapping my hands to my hips.
