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Me:Heading home. Not feeling well.
DC:I’m canceling classes. I’ll be home in 40.
Me:I’m going to MY home, not yours.
DC:Go ahead. I’ll be there in 20 to bring you home.
Even pissed, my stomach flipped at his words.
Me:No. I need time.
DC:Talk to me.
Me:Time alone.
I was in my car by the time he responded.
DC:Be alone at my place. I’ll stay and be home at my usual time.
I was tempted. He was the monster I’d created, so him bending even a little was big.
Just not big enough.
Me:I need more time than that. Plus, you have your dinner tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.
DC:Swear to God, Eden, I’ve showed up at your place before. What makes you think I won’t do it now?
And a big fuck you to you.
My phone dinged a few minutes later.
DC:Go to my place. I’ll work then go to that damn dinner so you have time alone.
DC:I’m not spending a night without you, Eden.
I knew he’d bent as far as he would, but it was enough.
For then, at least.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Broken
Damien
“I hear you’re leaving us.”
Hell.
The gossip train had been running at full speed, and the night was only halfway done. Cocktail hour in the outdated hotel lounge had stretched to two before people had finally meandered to the other event room for the meeting. Thanks to everyone’s incessant talking just so they could hear their own voices, they’d had to break for dinner. The second half of the meeting was supposed to have started ten minutes before, but everyone was still grouped by the bar.
My notice was in. I was done. I didn’t give a shit about future events, procedures, or board of director changeups.
The only reason I’d agreed to be there in the first place was because Ben had asked. The only reason I was still there was because Eden had asked for time, and though it was killing me to give it to her, I was trying to.
I’d figured at least the meeting would offer a distraction, but I’d spent the entire time fielding the same questions.
Yes, I was looking forward to something new.
