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What. The. Fuck.
I don’t know what to say, so I hang up. The comfortable haze shatters. The awe and respect I’d felt for Claire moments earlier dissipate. The affection? Gone. I’m seething. Rage and jealousy and hatred thrash around in my skull. My head pounds as my heart slams into my rib cage.
I can’t fucking believe this.
Claire Davis is fucking my father. She probably has been for months. And I’ve been dreaming of her naked. I’ve started fantasizing about her...
And she’s fucking my father.
I click off my phone and throw it across the room. I stand from the bed and pace. I have to handle this. I have to calm the fuck down and think.
I have to fucking figure this out.
This is a good thing. This knocked sense into me. This isn’t a game anymore. It’s war, and the stakes are high.
And this new information? This is the fucking weapon I needed. This is the kill shot.
But before I pull the trigger, I’m going to punish Claire Davis. I’m going to make her feel my wrath.
I’m going to give her exactly what she deserves.
16
CLAIRE
“You’re overreacting.”
I can’t fucking believe the audacity of this man. And to say it in that tone. Like I’m annoying him. Like I’m a fucking child.
I take a deep breath, keep my voice low, and once again, defend myself.
“I’m not overreacting. I’m making a decision about my life based on my own observations. You’ve been avoiding me. I know you’ve been out with Diedre because, unlike me, she has no tact. It’s been all over her social media. Apparently, she doesn’t care if everyone knows and neither do you.”
He sighs. “My love?—”
“Don’t,” I say, cutting him off.
I hate that this is making me want to cry, but I won’t let him hear it. I’ve wasted too much time and emotion on him. He’s never appreciated it. It stops now.
“I’m not changing my mind. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, actually. It was solidified by you not answering my calls or texts. The pictures on Diedre’s social media were the cherry on top. I can’t do this with you anymore. It’s not good for either of us.”
Silence.
He doesn’t protest. Not right away. It makes me uneasy. It makes me worried for what he’ll say eventually once he gathers his thoughts.
And then he speaks, and my fears are confirmed.
“The company will be sad to lose you, but I suppose it’s for the best.”
“What?” I choke out. It’s all I can say. My voice is lodged in my throat.
“Claire, you have to understand the position this puts me in. I cannot see you at work every day?—”
“You never see me. We’re separated by thirteen floors.”
“—and I cannot take the risk of you using this against me.”
I gasp. “I wouldn’t do that, and you know it. I haven’t said anything?—”
