Page 43 of The Boss and the Wedding Mess
“No, everything’s fine.” I can hear Vanessa taking a deep breath. She seems just as relieved as I am. “Honestly, I never thought she’d handle it so calmly. In her shoes, I might’ve strangled me. I mean, I almost ruined her wedding. Well… I did, kinda.”
“She doesn’t sound like the grudge-holding type. Lucky you.”
Very lucky, indeed.
I can’t help a yawn. “I’m heading to bed. Today wore me out.”
"Okay. I won't be doing much more tonight either. I'm going to use the next few days to meditate, then I'll declutter my apartment. I think that will help."
“You need help?”
“Nah, I’ll do it on my own. It’s my little spring cleaning. I want a fresh start.”
"If you need anything, call me, okay? Or text me."
"I will. Talk to you later."
"Sleep well, my little Nessa."
“You too.”
We hang up, and I slip into bed, curious what tomorrow will bring.
Chapter 14
Alexander
Alexander
Stephanie texts asking if I have time to talk. I’m in the kitchen preparing a protein shake before bed. I wanna get to bed early tonight. A whole day of meetings with the department heads has drained me, and I’d rather be focused on my US branch—and finally telling the team I’m planning on bringing them to London.
I shake my dinner thoroughly and videocall her. To my surprise, she answers immediately, smiling at the camera in minimal clothing.
“Am I interrupting?” I asked, taken aback.
“No, I’m just doing yoga.” She backs up, showing her private home gym. She looks good in her tight leggings and an equally form-fitting top. “What about you? No workout today?”
“Tomorrow.” I keep shaking until the powder dissolves. “So? Tell me.”
“London’s really nice. I believe her. She even let me scroll through her phone. I skimmed her chats with her best friend—there were photos of that Dominic guy. She definitely never had anything with Marc.”
“I’m glad. Now you can fly off on your honeymoon tomorrow without worries.” I set the shaker down so the foam settles and lean against the counter, watching her exercise.
"Are you considering taking up yoga?" she asks.
“No.” Absolutely not. I can’t help smiling. Women might look good doing all those poses, but I’ll stick to jogging and weights.
“Any news from your housekeeper?”
“No.”
“So talkative tonight. Am I distracting you?”
“Just thinking.” I just can't get the image of London out of my head. "What kind of person do you think she is?"
“London?”
I nod.
