“It is your problem, Brick. If you would have paid more attention to your own shit, I wouldn’t have gotten fucked over. You could have made things work. You’re selfish and always have been. This would never have happened if you thought about someone other than yourself,” she shrieks.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”.
Not a damn thing she’s saying makes sense. I think she’s finally lost her entire damn mind. I look at the console and pull a face.
“Are you forgetting who you’re talking to, Brick? You owe me,” she tosses back.
“The hell I do,” I bellow. “Your ass ain’t gonna keep threatening me. You and that bitch are starting to get on my fucking nerves. How many times are we going to go through this? I’m not the selfish one here. Don’t you forget that. I let you into my life and tried to do right by you and you brought that shit storm in with you. Now you need to fucking deal. It’s over and she’s your problem.”
“Fine, Brick. Have it your way. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she huffs and hangs up.
Of all the families I could have been born into, I get the one that’s batshit crazy. Jemma is my annoying ass cousin. I don’t know how I let her drag me into her shit every time, but I have done it one time too many.
Doesn’t help that the one time I let my dick make a decision for me, it turned out to be a big fucking mistake. Jemma has used our shitty past against me repeatedly, but that shit stops now.
I need Eva. I need her to calm my ass down. Things just changed.
I pull up the number for Troy, the head of HR and finance, and give him his new instructions. I have already broken every rule I’ve set, what’s one more?
Eva
I can feel his eyes on me as I walk into the large office building. It’s doing nothing for my already fried nerves. Oh, my God, that kiss. As if I’m not already struggling to walk in these shoes. I swear, that kiss seared my equilibrium.
I smooth a hand over my tight bun. Again, I question my choice of clothing. Misty picked this outfit out for me a week ago.
Actually, her shirt choice was a bit tighter, but since she wasn’t in the apartment when I got ready for my interview this morning, I decided to switch the shirt out. The red satin wrap blouse is a bit more suitable for my large breasts.
Toning these puppies down has always been an issue for me. However, after seeing the way Owen stared at me when I came out of the bathroom at my apartment, I feel kind of sexy and new. I know it sound silly, but the way Owen looks at me is different from the way other men look at me.
It’s not the same predatory look I’m used to getting. When Owen looks at me, I feel wanted on a different level. I was stunned when he asked if I was going to just leave without giving my man a kiss goodbye.
I’m still trying to process that I slept with Brick last night and well into the morning. I should be exhausted, but I feel energized and ready to take on the world. I think that’s what made me bold enough to wear the outfit… well, most of the outfit Misty laid out for me.
Speaking of Misty. I pull out my phone and check to see if she’s replied to my last text. There’s a text, but it’s from my interview. They’ve changed the floor I need to report to.
I frown, wondering what that’s about. Whatever, I shrug it off as I turn my thoughts to Misty and questions start to pop up. I wasn’t expecting her to be gone so early in the morning. Misty likes to sleep in, especially lately.
When I texted her the first time, she gave a quick response that she was out for breakfast. When I asked who with—wanting to know if it was the friend of that prick from last night—she never replied. I have to fill her in on her boyfriend’s best friend’s behavior. They say birds of a feather…
I’ve never seen what Misty sees in Joe, Jordan, oh, whatever his name is. He doesn’t seem her type at all and I haven’t dismissed the eye rolls she gives when he’s around. Then again, Misty hasn’t been herself lately.
I’ve just been so consumed with school and finals that I haven’t called her on it. I intend to now though. That date last night was totally her fault. I guess I can’t be too mad at her for it. It did lead to my night with Owen.
Sigh. I love getting to call him by his real name. I stutter a step when I realize I didn’t get his number to text him when my interview is over.
Oh, just great.
I turn to look out of the glass front doors, craning my neck to see if I can spot him, but I no longer see his truck. I backtrack a few steps to make sure he’s gone and to my disappointment, he is. I look down at my phone and groan at the time.
I’ll just have to figure this out after my interview. I don’t have time now. I turn back around and rush for the elevator. I have nervous butterflies in my belly as the car starts to move up to the thirty-fifth floor.
When I step out of the elevator, I can feel the sweat dripping from my fingertips. I am so freaking nervous. I am grateful for the black fabric of my skirt as I rub my fingers against it.
I step up to the receptionist’s desk and wait patiently for her to hang up the call she’s on. I
