poult most of the detonway||
Chapter 391
Visi
sát in my car for a moment as I try to will my heart rate to drop fork town, it’s beating so hard in my chest that I feel like I’m about to have a
I dropped the kids at school and grabbed a coffee on the way, all the while about to go into cardiac
It’s fine, he doesn’t know anything, and knowledge is power. While he doesn’t know anything wearer
He will, though_|
the day soon I’m going to have to tell him, in fact I think I already kind of admitted be and, damn it. I can’t believe I’m living this lie, this was never win I was ||
Delose my eyes, nverwhelmed with fear, I know how postal for is going to
Maybe it’s better if he does find out maybe then I can finally forgive myself for it and move on
with one last look in my rearview mirror, I drag myself into work ||
Good morning, Ruth,” I say as I walk through the front dours |
“Good morning, Violei “She looks up at me over the top of her glasses. “Everything all right? You look frazzled”
“I’m great,” I lie within
smile as I walk through the offer. “Everything is just grew.“||
I’m a disaster, Ruth, and my children are the spawis of the devil Herally
Why wouldn’t have just politely declined? What on earth was I thinking that I was going in achieve by screaming down the phone? All I’ve done is made htm angry, and if there’s one thing I know, it’s that Gabriel Ferrara when angry is a catastrophic force[]
Dumb, dumb, dumis..
1 get a vision of Gabriel sitting at his desk in New York and I can feel his rage from here. complete with the red sky, the lightning, the earth splitting in two and swallowing mir whole in true horror movie fashion
Inwardly kick myself. Shit ||
Why did I curse and carry on like an immature child on the phone?||
Lammit, I need to be smarter about this
Something about that man brings out the absolute worst in me
Ugh so stupid
Isform into my office and dump my briefcair on my desk. Now, to top e
Ugh, I hate my job
poff my morning from hell. Thave to organize home loans all day:
I work at a bank as a loan manager, it’s a good position, great pay with hours that I can work around the kids. I should be g an it’s just Mindless, boring, and crappy working out how much debt people can go into all day long
grateful for the opportunity, and i
As much as I hate to admit it, I miss the exotic days in New York of wearing six–inch heels and tight pencil skirts to work and staying back and having drinks with my work friends in cool Lars. I get a vision of lack then and Gabriel in his black briefs making me coffee every morning while I went through his day
seopt
“Good morning,” Mervin calls as he walks past my office ||
“Morning, Mery.” I reply as i open u
up my computer ]]
The sticks his head back around my door. “Do you want to buy some lownie cookies?“||
Ugh
“I guess.” I grab my purse
“I know, night, I’m tick of selling this shit too.” He
I pass him over ten dollars. “You know I buy these things from you with the full intent of taking them home and sharing them and then, next thing you know,
“How many fundraisers do you do early? I swear I need to loan myself some cash just to support your kids‘ sporting activities |
this shit too.” He walks into my office and puts the bas of cookies on my desk [
I’ve rates the lot of them.“|||
“Same.” He takes the money and looks through his wallet for change
1 scrunch my noNE ALA
se as a wall
“Oh it’s disgusting” 1 wince
of something bad surmands me, and I look around. “What is that god awful smell?” “I don’t know?” He looks around
“The hell is it?” He shrugs and looks on the bottom of his shoe. “Hopefully my office doesn’t smell.” He disappears down the hall.
“Rush,” Leall. “Do you know what that smell is?” |
“Not really,” she calls, disinterestet. “I smelled it before when I walked in the door, though.“Turk’s sake.||
T
“oh puck, it’s putrid in my office, I think there must be a lead rat in the ceiling or something, Mery calls down the hall.
“Eww.
This day just keeps getting better.
4pm
An email pops up on my screen.
Your next appointment is here||
Mr. Don Johnston
Don johnston, what kind of name is that? I glance at my watch, I hate having appointments with new clients this late in the day. I reply to Ruth
Send him in please.||
I close down my email and take a sip of my water and stand and open the door.
Gabriel Ferrara is striding down the corridor toward me, and my eyes widen in horror ||
“Hello, Miss Coleman.” Ite meers as he walks past me into my o
yother
shit
Fake appointment
Diabolical ||
I glance around n
my office for an escape route before closing the door
He’s towering above me, wearing a perfectly fitted suit: his black hair has a hit of a curl to it and has animosity is encapsulating the room, making everything e feel so small and insignificant.||
“What are you doing here?” I ask.||
He sits down at my desk. “You told me to make an appointment the points to my chair: “St.“[
1 drop into my chair, my nervous heart hammering. “What do you want?“||
He sits back and crosses his legs, arrogance personified, and his dark eyes hold mine. “I would like to know i
I shrug as I act casual. “There’s nothing to know.“[]
“Cut the bullshit, Violet,” he fireshark. “Do you have something to tell me?”
Title bit about you.1
| swallow the bucket of sand in my throat as my eyes hold his I imagine him flipping desk and smashing the windows or something equally dramatic_||
“Like what?”
Do Not Play With Meile bangs h
his hand on my desk and i jungi. I swallow the nervous lump in my throat. “Are they or are they not my children?” His
s jaw ties in anger. “Answer. The Tucking Question.“[]
Enot “Yes“]
Tewant
ba.” I try to say the words out loud, but my dry mouth betrays m
“Yes. You are their biological father.” I say quietly.
Teven form a sentence.
