I don’t want to miss him.
He lied to me. He played me. He hurt me.
But…
“Fuck,” I breathe.
Closing my eyes, I let my head sink back into the pillow as I fight against falling apart again because of a jerk who doesn’t deserve it.
I just think I’ve got it together when my cell buzzes again.
Fuck.
He’s seen that I’ve read it and he’s going to try and lure me back in.
Hesitantly, I crack an eye open and look at the screen.
But to my surprise, there isn’t another message alert.
There’s an email.
From a man who is currently on a date…
From: Kian Callahan
To: Lorelei Tempest
Subject: Housekeeping
Dear Miss Tempest,
Thank you for your swift and clear reply.
I am glad to read that you’re too fully focused on your job to be thinking about other pleasurable ways you could be spending your time.
Your dedication from the outset is commendable.
Regards,
Kian Callahan
Chief Financial Officer
Callahan Enterprises
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KIAN
Ididn’t get much sleep last night between waiting for Lorelei to reply to my email and reviewing the documents Dad sent over a few days ago. He’s waiting for my opinion. Fuck knows why—he doesn’t usually listen to a word I have to say. King, though…
I shake my head, trying to lose the bitterness that thought drags up.
Lorelei didn’t reply. I can’t say that I was surprised. It was late. But there was a little bit of me that hoped she’d still be awake and willing to spar with me. Hell knows I needed it after the night I’d had.
Claudine was beautiful, smart, funny, and apparently, everything I wasn’t interested in last night.
No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t ignite any excitement for the woman sitting on the other side of the table.