He said that you were flailing your arms around like a little bitch, and you slammed into the paddle.
This is insanity.
Archer
Agreed. Wrist ice is not normal.
I’m talking about injuring someone and then blaming them and following that up with not apologizing.
Bridger
I’m sorry that you broke your man jewelry when you hit my paddle during your meltdown, you big baby. Happy?
Axel
That was very heartfelt.
Archer
Agreed. It felt very genuine.
It was fucking lame.
Easton
The dark cloud is still clearly present.
Clark
Just call the girl and tell her that you miss her.
I’ve dealt with these moody bastards most of my life, so the fact that they couldn’t handle me having an off day pissed me off.
“Hey, Rafe.” My assistant, Clara, poked her head in my office. “Mr. Chapman wants to see you.”
I internally groaned. The man had been relentless since I declined to help him a month ago. It had been the first time in all the years I’ve worked here that I’d ever turned him down. Now, it felt like he was testing me daily with ridiculous tasks.
“You got it. Let him know that I’ll be right in.”
“Is your hand okay?” she asked, as she took in the Ace bandage I wrapped around it this morning because it hurt like a bitch.
“Yes. Bridger hit with me a paddle.” I held it up, and she looked horrified.
“On purpose?” she asked.
“Probably,” I grumped. “Well, he claims it was my fault.”
“Were you guys boxing?”
“Nope. We were playing pickleball.”
Her head tipped back in a laugh, and once she realized I wasn’t joking, she straightened. “Oh, I didn’t know that was such a rough sport.”
“Yes. It’s highly competitive.” I arched a brow. “Hey, didn’t you tell me your brother is a jeweler?”
“Yes. Are we looking for a ring for Lulu?” she asked.
Everyone at the office still thought that Lulu and I were together. I made it sound like she was just in Paris for a short time. There was no need for a formal announcement. It’s not like I was dating anyone else.
