The Takeover (The Miles High Club 2)

I slide down the wall and sit on the hard, cold tiles. I roll into a ball to try to protect myself from the pain.

But there is no antidote for this situation . . . I’m going to lose him.

Maybe I did already.

Sadness is heavy. Sadness is still.

I lie in the darkness and watch the time tick by: 11:53 p.m.

My mind goes to my beautiful man. What’s he doing?

I can’t do this. I can’t lie here and do nothing.

I have to try to fix this. I can’t go to sleep without speaking to him. I lean over and grab my phone from the side table and dial his number. My heart beats nervously as I wait for him to pick up.

It stops ringing . . . he declined the call.

My stomach sinks.

He’s never rejected a call from me . . .

ever.

I think for a moment, and I text.

I’m sorry about today,

I don’t know what happened.

It spiraled out of control.

I’ll call you tomorrow.

Goodnight,

I love you.

xoxo

I watch and see the read symbol come up. I smile . . . he saw it.

I wait as I hold my breath.

“Reply,” I whisper. I hold my breath as I wait.

Nothing.

I watch and watch . . . and wait.

My eyes fill with tears. “Reply, baby.”

But he doesn’t, and I know he’s not going to.

My heart drops to a new low, and the tears come hard and fast.

I’ve ruined everything.

I sit and stare at the figures on my computer, trying to miraculously find an extra $200,000.