The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)

My reputation . . . my business.

My girl.

I stare out the window, and moments later we arrive at the Miles Media building. It’s just 7:20 a.m., and we make our way to the top floor. I need to be alone before the craziness begins.

I walk into my office, shut the door, and drop into my chair at my desk.

The room is silent . . . and empty.

Through my windows I can see bustling New York below as the city prepares for the day. Everything down there seems so normal . . . so in order.

My temper is simmering like a volcano and dangerously close to exploding.

I don’t know if I’m going to smash something or burst into tears.

Either way, I feel completely unstable.

With my elbows on the desk, I drop my head into my hands; my breath quivers on the intake as I try to calm myself down.

She told me she was going out with Molly and Aaron last night. I go over the conversation we had when she got home.

“How were your friends?” I asked.

“Great . . . it was good to see them,” she replied.

She lied.

I was at home missing her . . . and she was out with another man.

I get a lump in my throat as reality sets in.

I’ve been over here falling madly in love with her . . . while she’s been seeing someone else.

The door clicks, and I close my eyes to try and block out Tristan—I know it’s him.

He knows me better than anyone.

I hear him go to the bar and drop ice into two glasses, then the comforting sound of scotch being poured. He places one in front of me, and my heavy eyes rise to meet his.

He clinks his glass with mine as it sits in my hand. “Well, this day fucking sucks already.” He leans on my desk with his behind.

“You think?” I mutter as I take a sip. I feel the burn as it glides down my throat.

“When was the photo taken?” he asks.

“Last night.”

He frowns.

I clench my jaw as I stare out the window, ashamed that the woman I love doesn’t love me back. “She said she was out with Molly and Aaron.”

He sips his scotch and raises his eyebrows as if surprised that she lied. “I thought she was the one.”

I frown, my chest constricting once more. “That makes two of us.”

Silence hangs between us.

“Let’s just get through this day and prove your innocence.” He sighs as he drains his glass.