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Thank goodness.

But even now, when I should be ready to collapse into bed and fall into a weeklong slumber, I am wired awake with rage.

I will suffer through a gym session and hopefully, by the end of it, I will be able to sleep.

I arrive at the gym at the same time as Hudson and groan inwardly. I can't handle another screaming match and I am still so angry I barely even want to greet him. While half my brain is yelling at me to just go home and forget the gym the other half is reminding me that no man will have that kind of control over me.

I see the defiance on his face as well.

Neither of us is backing down. We arrive at the doorway at the same time, and he steps aside to let me in first. "Don't pretend to be a gentleman." I snap at him. "I am not interested in your fake politeness." I refuse to walk through the doorway first.

"You are being pathetic, Gianna." He growls at me and walks into the gym ahead of me.

"Not as pathetic as a man who doesn't even take the time to hear the truth." I snarl at him.

"There is no truth that can fix your stupid choices. Now remember what I said. Stay away from me." I was here first; he can move if he wants to get away from me.

"With pleasure." I snap back and walk to the other side of the gym.

He does not say anything more to me and apart from a few angry glares across the gym, we ignore each other for the rest of the time. When I gather my things to leave, he is nowhere to be seen.

With a heavy, but angry heart, I head home to see if I can fall asleep.

CHAPTER18

HUDSON

"Sir?"

My assistant knocks at my office door.

"Come in," I reply or he will hover there until I do.

"Sir, a young lady dropped this at the front desk for you. She said I had to make sure it was placed directly into your hands and to make sure that you read it." I frown, what the fuck is this now?

"What young lady?" I side-eye him; he's usually better at this.

I have no idea who would be dropping things off for me at my office, especially under such odd circumstances. Security is tighter than ever.

"She didn't leave a name, sir. She looked maybe early twenties, with long dark hair. Very pretty." He is lying, through his teeth.

Gianna. I take the envelope from him. A slight elevation of anger at the thought of her name. But it is mixed with sadness. What in the world would she be dropping at my office? I told her to stay away.

"Thank you, you can go."

"Sir she said---" I glare up at him, and he stops.

"I don't care what she said. You can go."

He leaves my office and I stare down at the envelope. It has my company stamp on it. That's alarming. Did she take company stationary from my house?

I flip it over to see that it has already been opened. Sliding the note out I open the page and read it.

Then I read it again.

And then again.

My heart is thundering in my chest. I can feel myself breaking out into a cold sweat; I should have known. I should have listened to her.

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