Page 33 of Good Boy
My desire for him hadn't waned in the slightest since last night.
Upon arriving at the office, we stepped out of the elevator and I immediately spotted Cole in a heated conversation on the phone. He looked pissed, and I knew better than to interrupt him. As I turned to head in the opposite direction, Kent's paralegal flagged me down.
"Weston, can I get your input on this case?" she asked, her expression concerned.
"Give me a minute," I told Darius, watching him saunter off toward my office before diverting my attention to the paralegal.
What was meant to be a quick question dragged on for thirty agonizing minutes. I could feel the tension building in my chest, desperate to get back to my office and find Darius. When I finally returned, his absence only added to my anxiety. He probably went downstairs for coffee or something to eat.
I rounded my desk, taking out my laptop and phone. My heart raced when I saw a new message from Darius. My phone automatically went to “busy” mode to ward off unwanted calls and keep communication from my mother and Cynthia to the bare minimum. Two people I had no interest in speaking with while at work. I clicked on the message from Darius. But rather than feeling the excitement I had anticipated, a wave of pain hit my throat as I realized the content of the message.
The words "stay the fuck away from me" glared at me in all caps below a brief clip. My breath caught in my throat as I hit play.
The screen flashed with an incriminating video— me, tongue deep in the back of another man's throat, hands roaming and groping without restraint. With every passing second, my resolve slowly crumbled. Every emotion surged through me like a relentless storm, threatening to break me apart.
Darius had every justifiable reason to flee from me, to despise me. After all, someone had unleashed a decade-old video of me kissing his father—the biggest secret I had ever kept. My shame was laid bare. My biggest secret was exposed.
Anger blurred my vision as I replayed the clip, unable to tear my eyes away from the damning evidence. How had Darius found this? And why now? The mounting questions only fueled my desperation.
"Weston?" Cole's voice startled me. "You okay?"
"Yeah," I lied, my voice cracking. "Just some unexpected news."
"Alright, well," he hesitated, clearly unconvinced but unwilling to pry further. "If you need anything, let me know."
"Thanks, Cole." I managed a believable facade before he left me alone in my office once more.
My thoughts raced as I tried to figure out how to salvage the situation. I needed to talk to Darius, to explain myself, but how could I face him now? He'd seen the darkest part of my past, and there was no escaping it. But I guess I had no choice because there was no way in hell I was letting him go now.
Fuck.
Don’t be upset. This book does end on a cliff. Originally I started writing it to end in a perfect HEA with a giant bow on top, but after writing over 10,000 words I deleted them all. If you don’t like cliffs I am sorry.
