Page 130 of Pucking Rebound

“You have.” Marcus checks the time on the wall clock. “I need to get going. I have a slammed schedule today.”

I had one planned for myself today too, however, going home for a nap sounds like a much better idea.

“I’ll walk you to the door.” I stand and wobble on my feet, feeling lightheaded. “Ohh.” I grab the edge of the table at the same time Marcus helps to steady me.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice laced with concern.

I stand straight and touch my forehead. “I skipped breakfast. I’ll be fine once I have something to eat.” The thought of putting anything past my lips makes my stomach spasm.

“Sit,” Marcus instructs. “I’ll have your manager—Declan, was it—make you something.”

“Thanks.” I remain standing. “So…” I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Do I hug him, shake his hand? Thank him for sleeping with my mom and destroying our family?

I opt for nothing and fold my arms around myself to let him know I won’t be doing either.

“Get some sleep, Lola. Please. And we’ll see you back at work next week.”

I nod. “Thanks, Marcus.”

After he instructs Declan to make me something to eat, he leaves, and I sit back down at the table.

Well, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.

Pulling my phone out of my purse, over the next half hour, I check my messages and emails, which I haven’t had time to do this morning.

I reply to the important ones, then text Wade to let him know Marcus approved a week's vacation. Before closing them down, two emails drop into my inbox in quick succession.

I frown at one from Escape Spa and read it aloud. “Welcome Ms. Ramsay to Escape Spa. Your yearly membership is now active. Please download our app from the app store to activate your membership using the link below.” I scroll further down to check its legitimacy.

“What the hell?” I open the second email. This one is from Marcus. In shock, I read the words faster than my brain can keep up with.

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Lola,

I signed you up for a membership with Escape Spa. Please use it. You deserve it.

Also, I asked people operations for your bank details. There should be a deposit of $150,000.00 into your account that should appear immediately. I hope that covers what your ex-fiancé took from you.

Have a great day,

Marcus

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I re-read the email again.

Is this for real?

I race to open my banking app to check the balance and right enough, there it all is.

Holy fucking shit.

I call Marcus, who picks up on the first ring, but when I go to speak, he railroads me, and I can’t even get the first word through my lips.

“I don’t want any arguments, Lola.” It sounds like he’s walking as the noise of car horns and footsteps drift down the phone. “Just take the money and the membership. This isn’t up for discussion. It’s the least I can do—and honestly, it doesn’t even begin to make up for what I did. Get some rest, Lola.” And he hangs up.

Oh, my God. I think I might cry.

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