Page 35 of Carrying Your Lies
He walks over to his desk and resumes his seat. “Call him.”
I join him on his side of the desk and run my fingers down his arms. “There’s enough space for me under your desk. Maybe I should remind you how it feels to have your dick sucked by me while youhandlethis.”
He laughs but doesn’t give in to the temptation. He dials the number and waits two seconds before the line is connected.
“It’s Ray.”Pause.“She’s a little busy now.”Pause.“I understand, but—“
I can’t hear what is said on the other line, but the conversation lasts less than a minute. When he hangs up, I stare at him. “Well?”
“Incoming,” he warns.
Xavier barges through the doors and stares at me. I hate how handsome he is, even when angry. “When I order you to my office, you come,” he snarls.
I rest my elbow on the top of the chair. “I don’t have to do anything you say.”
“Savannah.” He takes a calming breath before continuing. “Come to my office so we can talk.”
With my attention on Huxley, I say, “Didn’t you ask me to go and get your lunch?”
He doesn’t match my smile, but there is amusement in his eyes. “I am rather hungry.”
I turn back to Xavier, who watches us with caution. “See. I’m busy.” I walk over to my desk and grab my jacket. “You need to try these burgers from my old area. I’ll be back in about two hours.”
Xavier walks over to me and grabs my arm.
“Let go of her,” Huxley orders.
“This doesn’t concern you,” he fires back. When he looks at me, I see past the anger. He looks hurt anddesperate.Under his eyes are hollow, and he looks unkept.
“It does when you’re harassing my PA.”
Xavier lets go and turns to his friend. “She is my surrogate. That is why she is here and why I gave her a job. So, when I say this doesn’t concern you, I mean it. Leave us alone.”
His eyes dart between us as a flurry of confusion, shock, and betrayal shines in his eyes. “When were you going to tell me about this?”
I don’t know who he is asking, but I don’t have the words to answer.
“When the time was right,” Xavier answers. “Please. Give us two minutes.”
He grabs his phone and wallet. “She’s all yours,” he mutters as he walks out.
I can’t shake the sadness I feel from the way he looked at me. He looked disappointed before the anger took over.
“Why did you have to tell him like that? You just ruined the relationship I spent the last six months building!”
“What about me? What about us?”
I push him away from me. “There is no us!” I shout.
“You’re tied to me whether you like it or not.”
“No, I’m not!” I walk to the other side to put distance between us.
“Please. Let me make this right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did. It never came out right.”
“What were you trying to say?” I laugh.
His mouth opens and closes like a fish. His fingers weave through his hair before he pulls on the ends in frustration. He lets out a deep sigh before speaking. “I was jealous at the thought of you…” He struggles to finish his sentence.
