Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“It’s not what you think.”
“If I had a dime for every time you’ve said that...” He shook his head with a grump. “Just tell me you aren’t hooking up with him.”
“Whether I am or not is none of your business.”
“So, that’s a yes.” His cheeks flushed red with anger. “Goddamn it, Mia. Do you know what Stitch will...”
“I said it’s not what you think!”
“Then, what is it?” His expression softened, and his tone changed from angry to worried as he said, “Because I really don’t wanna have to kick his ass. Hell, I’m not even sure I can kick his ass. He’ll probably end up kicking mine. The man’s a fucking beast.”
“Which is all the more reason for you to just leave this alone.” I gave him one of my reassuring looks as I told him, “Besides, there is no reason for you to kick his ass or for him to kick yours. I promise, so please, just let it go.”
“I don’t like this.”
“Wyatt, please.”
“Okay. Okay, but don’t make me regret this.”
“I’ll do my best.”
Without saying anything more, I got in my car and closed the door. Wyatt remained standing there as I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. I rushed home, and after a quick shower, I went straight to work. I was running late, so I had no choice but to skip the coffee and pray that I could survive without it.
I might’ve been able to pull it off, but Garrett wasn’t one hundred percent happy with the edits I’d done on the coffee shop. He decided it was best to do a complete reshoot, so I was stuck with even more edits. It was fine. It was what I was there for, but after a night of very little sleep and no caffeine, I was struggling.
I couldn’t seem to focus, and hearing Garrett shouting in his office wasn’t helping matters. His voice was so loud and gargled that I couldn’t even make out what he was saying, but it was clear that he was pretty upset about something. Eventually, the screaming match ended, and I was able to finish up the edits and sent them to Garrett.
He’d only had them a few minutes when he appeared in my doorway with a soured expression. “Umm... What was that?”
“What was what?”
“The retouches.” He cocked his brow. “They’re um... not what I’d consider to be your best work.”
“Oh?” I sank down in my chair. “Were they not good?”
“No, they were good, but they weren’t great. Not like your usual work.”
“I’m really sorry. I’ll do them again.”
“Fine, but not today.” He crossed his arms. “You look like hell. Go home, get some rest, and start fresh tomorrow.”
“That’s really not necessary. I just need some coffee and...”
He actually sounded sincere as he replied, “It’s fine. Really. The day’s almost over anyway.”
“Okay. I’m really sorry. I just had a long night.”
“It happens.” He turned and started back to his office. “I expect you at your best tomorrow.”
“And you’ll have it. I promise.”
I gathered my things and left the office feeling both guilty and embarrassed. I got to my car and berated myself as I drove to my apartment. I couldn’t believe what a mess I’d made of things. I should’ve never called Wrath. If I hadn’t, then I wouldn’t have gotten worried that something bad had happened to him. And then, I wouldn’t have gotten the crazy idea to go to the clubhouse to check on him.
The whole thing was asinine, and I was furious with myself for letting my emotions get the best of me. I continued on with my berating when I got home, and by the time I changed clothes, I’d worked myself into a terrible mood. I grabbed a drink from the fridge and a bag of my favorite chips from the cupboard, then made my way into the living room.
I had just gotten settled on the sofa when there was a knock at my door, and it wasn’t just your average, everyday knock. This was an angry pounding that sent my bad mood spiraling. I stood up and charged across the room. I jerked open the door with a huff, and my jaw fell open when I found Wrath standing on the other side. Without waiting to be invited in, he barged inside and announced, “We need to talk.”
“Well, hello to you, too.”
“I’m not fucking around, Mia,” Wrath growled. “You really screwed up last night.”
“Oh?” Even though I knew exactly what he was referring to, I propped my hand on my hip. “And how did I do that?”
“What didn’t you do?” he roared. “You called me when I was dealing with club shit, then you turned and called your father and told him you were talking to me. And if that wasn’t enough, you came to my room and slept in my fucking bed!”