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Chapter 13
Shaw
I’m so focused up in my brilliant idea to move Bizzy into my place, I don’t even notice Gail’s not at her desk when I walk by. Instead, I breeze into my office, finishing my text conversation.
Me- I love you. Talk to your leasing office this morning or I’ll do it for you.
Bizzy- I’m not sure I said yes yet.
Me- It wasn’t a question.
Bizzy- You’re impossible. I’ll think about it.
Me- Start packing, or else I’ll hire someone to do it. I want you in as soon as possible. There is NO more waiting.
I chuckle at my clever use of words and spin my phone in my hand. Knowing her, she’s going to call in about thirty seconds full of sass. But for fuck’s sake, it’s been over six weeks since we returned from Tampa. I’ve been patient enough.
A strong lingering smell of perfume hits my nose, and I finally look up. My blood runs cold when my eyes land on Sasha Crane, sitting on my couch, looking at me with a nasty sneer.
“Well, isn’t someone chipper this morning?” Her voice grates on my nerves, and I fight to swallow the acid forming in my throat.
“What the fuck are you doing here? How’d you get in?”
She crosses her legs and sits back casually, taking in the office, avoiding my question.
“I asked, how the hell did you got into my office?”
Her eyes lock with mine, and my stomach turns. “You know what? I don’t give a shit! Get out. I want you gone.”
“I told you not to ignore me, Ren. I’ve been more than tolerant, but I’m done with that approach.”
“Surely you’re not this dense. Take the fucking hint. I don’t take your calls. I don’t accept your invitations. I don’t want anything to do with you.”
“Tsk, tsk… such harsh words from a man who holds no cards here. You’ll be changing your attitude very soon.”
“Not likely. Now, get out!”
Her face changes, the smug expression transforming into rage. “You son of a bitch, I’ve given you ample opportunity to come around on your own. I told you we would be good together. If you don’t change your tune really quick, I may rethink my generosity.”
My phone starts to ring, vibrating in my hand, and I see Bizzy’s smiling face on the screen. It infuriates me when I press the ignore button, knowing I need to get Sasha out of here and calm myself down before I talk to her.
“Go ahead and answer. I’ll wait,” Sasha dares me, seeing the disgust on my face.
“What do you want, Sasha? I’m one second away from calling security.”
“Fine.” She throws a hand in the air. “I’m pregnant.”
“Poor bastard,” slips from my lips and obviously louder than I meant.
Her glare turns hard, her lips forming a fine line as she turns a bright shade of red.
“Right now, I’d have to agree. You are a bastard.”
Her words take a minute to sink in, and I shake my head. “Are you implying I’m the father?”
“I’m not implying it. It’s a fact.”
“I fucked you months ago.”
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