Obviously, someone with the death wish since I am barely hanging by a thread this morning.
Soon enough, the rest of the body shows. Lacy.
What the fuck is she doing here? I didn’t invite her.
My face is in a scowl, and this girl pretends not to notice. “Hey, handsome. I’ve missed you,” she says while confidently striding toward my desk, putting her hands on my back, and massaging it.
As soon as she touches me, I flinch away from her; each centimeter of my body that she touches is itching, and I want to scrub it clean.
I catch her hand in a hard hold, and at first, Lacy thinks I’m trying to play rough with her, but then she finally notices the angry scowl on my face, and she winces from the pain.
I throw her arm away from me with brutal force, making her stumble a little, and an emotion of hurt passes her face. Ask me if I care?
I could hurt this woman all day long. Inflict pain and humiliation and don’t feel a single twitch of shame, yet a mere wrong look toward Lexi makes me want to punch myself.
“Did I invite you?”
“No, but—” I cut her off.
“Exactly, no. I did not. So, why the fuck are you still here? Leave and don’t ever come back without an invitation. Am I clear?”
“Landon!” She yells out.
“You are still here?”
“Why are you doing this? You haven’t called for me in two weeks!”
“Take a hint then.”
“So, that’s it? You used me, and now you will dump me?”
I lift my eyebrow at her, “You expected something else? You are nothing, Lacy. Just a plaything that I am now tired of. Leave. And don’t come back.”
With tears glistening in her eyes, she turns around and does just that.
I’m sitting here waiting for that long-forgotten feeling of shame to come, but the only thing I feel bad about is Lexi sitting in front of my door, watching Lacy come in. No doubt she thinks I called to fuck her.
And to prove my point, a minute later, my kitten walks in with stern determination and a blank face. Fear and dread crawl up my spine.
I don’t like this.
She comes up and hands me a piece of white paper. Bile is threatening to rise up, and every limb in my body goes numb.
Surely this can’t be what I think it is. Right?
I take it from her small, fragile hands and that very last shred of restrain I had snapped. I bolt out of my seat, sending it to the floor and round the desk to Lexi.
“What is this?” I ask her when I’m inches away from her face. I must look mad, insane, and a little unhinged because Lexi swallows hard and looks slightly pale. Yet her elegant composure doesn’t waiver even for a second.
“This is my resignation. I can’t work here anymore,” she says with a fake façade of calmness.
“Why?”
“I don’t need to explain myself.”
“Like hell you don’t. Why are you quitting?” She presses her lips together and refuses to answer me. So, I lean in closer, nearly touching those pressed lips with mine, and I hear a small gasp escape her mouth. Every neuron and muscle in my body demands her touch. My lungs are finally breathing freely because she is nearby. My mind is clear because she is mysobriety test. Just when I am about to kiss her, devour her, she pushes me away with all her might.
“Get away from me.” This is the reaction I expected yesterday, and today it makes absolutely no sense since I know howherbody wants this too.
