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I get out my phone and stare at it for a long time, debating calling Isabella. Will she see me ringing her as me fighting for her, or will she assume I want to grovel about something that was my fault? I just want to see her, to reassure her, to explain my side of the story, but I know exactly how it looks. It’s not fair, but I made my bed the moment I decided to have coffee with Maeve. Now, I have to accept the consequences of my decisions.

I lie back on the bed and close my eyes. There’s nothing I can do now, but wait and see how things play out…but I’m still going to find a way to make this work. I refuse to let my woman, my Isabella, walk out of my life, and I will make her mine.

CHAPTER 22

Isabella

Is he thinking of me? Is he worried about how I’m handling things? Does he have his phone in his hand too, debating whether to call me up? Probably not. If he called right now, I’m not sure I would even bother picking up. But for the sake of my aching heart, I have to believe he has me on his mind.

It hurts so much, knowing he would kiss another woman. I know I don’t have the right to be angry, in one sense. He doesn’t belong to me. We’ve only spent one full day together, really. At least in a romantic sense, that is. But I thought he was better than this. Even though he’s handsome, intelligent and funny, the kind of guy who could have anyone, I’ve never seen him as a player, really. Even from the stories Joshua told me, I didn’t think he was the man everyone assumed he was. But seeing him kissing that girl really felt like a wake up call. How can I claim to know a man just because I let him touch me? How can I think I have a romantic connection with someone when even his best friend doubts him? I try to believe the best in people, despite everything I have been through. Even though Daddy was a crook and I’ve seen people cheat and lie a million times, I still wanted to believe there’s good in the world.

I guess I was wrong.

Now that I’ve calmed down a little, I pick at the groceries that Joshua left for me. My heart fills with guilt as I heat up the soup he brought for me. He was trying to be nice and I just threw it back in his face completely. I want to call him too, but I know he’s in his cooling off period. I think we’ll be okay eventually. We’re siblings, after all, and our bond should be able to take a beating, not that I want it to, and then bounce back. But it doesn’t stop me from feeling horrible about the things I said. That’s so unlike me. It looks like Logan has brought out the very worst in me.

My phone is silent all day. I sigh. It’s Sunday tomorrow, so I have some time to think about what I want to do, but I really don’t want to go back to the office. After everything Logan has done to me, serving him coffee and taking his calls is the last thing I want to do. I don’t want to see him. I don’t even want to hear him on the other end of a phone. So how the hell am I supposed to continue working for him?

I know that time heals everything, but not when you keep the wound open. I’m not sure I can go into the office every day and be reminded of how much he’s hurt me. I don’t think I can bear to watch him move on. I imagine the girl from the coffee shop turning up each day after work to pick him up. I imagine them kissing right in front of me, walking off together and giggling about the dumb assistant who fell for his dirty tricks. I feel tears spring to my eyes. I wasn’t ready to feel this hurt. I let my guard down far too quickly and now I can’t escape the emotions he’s dragging out of me.

It would be so much easier if he would just fire me. If he asked me to leave, I would in a heartbeat. But something tells me that Logan isn’t the type to just give up. If I stay, I’ll go insane. I don’t want this to be any harder than it has to be. So perhaps Monday is the day I’ll hand my notice in. I could get a new job easily. It doesn’t have to be the biggest disaster in the world.

So why does it feel as though it is?

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