Page 44 of Mated To My Boss

She sighs, shaking her head. “Yes, there are some … incidents.”

My eyes widen. “Are you serious? Oh shit.”

“Language.”

“Sorry. Who's sleeping with who? Maybe I can spot them on my way home.”

“That's none of your business, young lady.”She pulled out the young lady card. Yikes.

“Okay, I'll back off,” I promise. “Are you sure you're good on your own?”

“I'm fine. I'll be out of here and back to work in no time.”

“That's not really why I want you out of the hospital, but if that's your motivation then I hope it works.” I give her a tight hug. “I love you. Get well soon.”

“I love you too, dear. Behave yourself out there.”

“When do I not behave?” I ask innocently. “You don't need to answer that.”

I wave at my aunt before leaving her room. Just then, a doctor in dark blue scrubs leaves the opposite room. He removes his facemask and gloves and winks at me.

“Hi, there. What's your—"

I scowl at the man and start walking away before he can finish his sentence. I'm not about to get hit on at a hospital.

The TV glare shines on me as I try to make sense of the show I'm watching. The two characters argue about their lies and cheating, which makes me sigh. If these were my problems, they would be easier to solve. I would just tear their faces off.

I hear something slide under my door and turn to see another envelope.

I immediately jump to my feet, flinging the door open with such force that it almost flies off its hinges. However, there’s no one on the other side, leaving me with no clues to follow. I close the door and pick up the envelope.

"Who keeps sending these?" I groan. Just two days ago, I received one that mentioned Nate and stated that he'd have to die for me to be with this mystery person.

I should probably tell Nate about these letters, regardless of where we stand right now. If someone's threatening him, hedeserves to know. But first, I need to understand what I'm dealing with. Rushing to him without information won't help either of us.

Each letter makes me more annoyed than scared, and this one has really reached the limit. I bring the letter into the apartment and toss it on the dresser, rubbing the back of my neck to ease a knot. I refuse to give this nutcase the satisfaction.

I let out some air in short bursts before glancing around the bedroom. My gaze falls on the empty bed—emphasis on empty.

Eventually, an idea enters my mind, and I search for my phone, which I find on the coffee table. I quickly dial the number of the person I've been hanging out with the most over the past two weeks.

“Hello?” Hannah says in a tired voice.

“Hey, did I wake you?”

“Yeah, but it's fine. I fell asleep watching a soap on TV. It's a show about some mob boss.”

“That's what's on my TV right now,” I laugh. “It's so terrible.”

“Right?” she agrees, laughing. “How are you?”

“I'm okay I guess.”

“Are you about to head to the store?”

I shake my head, even though she can't see me. “No, I was wondering if you'd like to go out for dinner instead. I'm really hungry, and I could use someone to talk to.”

“I'm down for that. Where do you want to meet?” Hannah asks.

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