Wilted
his pitch. I’d passed out over my laptop on the kitchen table while he’d dozed off on my couch.
    I can only imagine what Nik must have thought when he saw him leaving here. When he’d asked me if Evan had spent the night, I couldn’t lie to him. But before I could explain myself, he’d ripped the rest of my heart out with his confession. He’d fucked someone he met at a bar last night. How could I have been so wrong about him? All these months we’ve shared together and he feels nothing for me? I’ve been head over heels in love with this man since the day I first laid eyes on him. He’d made me believe love is real, that maybe a happily ever after is actually possible. He was my prince. Now he’s become just another villain in my story.
    I try to conceal the blotches on my face, but it’s useless. There’s not enough makeup on Earth to be able to hide this. Tears still linger in my bloodshot eyes. Like a leaking dam, I stand a chance of breaking down any moment now. As much as I want to crawl back into bed and hide from the world, that’s not the answer to this. The world doesn’t stop for a broken heart. Sliding on my sunglasses is a lame attempt to shield my devastated face from the world. When I step outside of my apartment building, the warm sun kisses my face. What a beautiful day today. It’s just a shame that I could care less about it. Even this beautiful sunshine can’t chase away the dark, luminous cloud that continually seems to linger over me.

    “Kylie? You’re still here?” Evan peeks his head into my office. All day I’ve managed to avoid him by burying myself in my work and not even leaving for lunch.
    “Yes. I’m just finishing up a few things.”
    He closes the door to my office and settles into a chair in front of my desk. His nerves show in the way he twitches. He plays with his tie and my mind goes back to the way Nik had him by the throat this morning. I can’t help but smile to myself. Evan’s such a pussy and Nik’s strong ass could have snapped him in two. Nik’s always hated Evan. Lord knows we’ve fought plenty of times over me working with him. Being all Alpha male with me, Nik feels like he’s protecting what’s his. Well, guess what? I’m not his anymore.
    “Have you been avoiding me? I was hoping you’d let me know how this morning went after I left. Are you all right?”
    “It’s fine. There’s nothing to discuss. I told him to leave and he did. End of story.”
    “Kylie, I should have stayed. I should have explained why I was there. It’s just... well, it’s just that he’s a jerk. I liked seeing him worked up a bit, I guess. Anyways, it was wrong of me and I’m sorry.”
    “It’s fine, Evan. It’s been a long day, and if you don’t care, I don’t want to talk about it anymore, all right?”
    “So, you’re all set to leave for LA, right?” he asks as he stands.
    When I’d broken it off with Nik, I’d gone ahead and accepted the filler position. For the next couple of months, I will be an LA resident. Honestly, the further I’m away from Nikolas Thorne, the better.
    “Yeah, I just wanted to get the last of these things caught up before I left tonight. Don’t worry, I’ll be ready to leave in the morning.”
    “You know all this overtime always impresses the boss.” He winks and closes the door behind him as he leaves.
    I’m just relieved to be alone again and that he didn’t ask me out. Working around him is difficult. I always tried to ignore what Nik pointed out, because I love my job. He sometimes gets a little too friendly with his hands and comments, but then again, don’t most men?

    It’s almost eight in the evening before I leave my office building. Since I gave the keys to the Camaro back to Nik, it’s either take a cab or walk the twelve blocks home. When I step outside, I realize it’s pouring down rain. Great! I don’t even have a fucking umbrella. Lifting my leather satchel over my head, I frantically wave, hoping for

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