Page 37 of Bossy Trouble

Fuck, when did I start thinking like that? When did I start growing a conscience?

There was a pained look in Georgia’s eyes, and it made something inside me ache.

“Look, Georgia—”

“Don’t say it.” She held up her hand. “You don’t have to say anything. Just go.”

“You don’t understand—”

“I understand well enough, Donovan.” She tossed her head back, sticking her chin up. “I’m not a naïve teenager like I used to be. I know very well what is going on here, but I’m tired of it. I’m tired of being your good-time girl whenever you want a little action apart from your girlfriend.” She bit the word out like a curse. “And I won’t do it anymore. So you go back to your woman. And no more touching me, kissing me, or anything else. Or I’ll report you. Is that understood?

“Georgia, she’s not….” I couldn’t explain it. “It’s complicated.”

“I’m sure it is for you. But for me, it’s very simple. Please leave.”

I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay and make her understand, but I couldn’t do that, not with her looking at me with that pained look on her face.

I had no choice, so I left.

I drove around for a few minutes, my mind filled with annoying, conflicting thoughts.

And then I went to Sasha’s.

15

GEORGIA

Later that night, I lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling and wondering who I pissed off to deserve what I got.

Why on earth could I not stop craving a man who was no good for me?

It had taken hours of laying in bed with my body trembling to get the desire to subside. But I was happy that I put a stop to what we were doing. Donovan had a girlfriend. He was also a conscienceless bastard. Giving in to him would have more than wounded my pride. It might have crushed my spirit.

But when he touched me, all my reservations flew out of the window, and all I could think about was simply giving in. And I was disgusted with myself for it.

Before I went to work the next day, I mentally armed myself, knowing that I was in for another taxing day.

At least Avery had been happy to see me still there this morning. She yipped when she woke up, throwing herself into my arms and yelling, “Thank you, Mommy! You didn’t leave!”

“No, I didn’t.” I laughed at her exuberance as I cuddled with her for an extra fifteen minutes, but it was fine because we still got ready in record time.

Avery didn’t give me any trouble at all and practically skipped to school, excited that I was able to walk her there.

Ha, and here I was, lamenting my sad life. What did I do on this earth to deserve such a good daughter?

I didn’t know, but I was going to protect her in any way I could.

So I got to work, ready to start officially spying on Donovan. But I found him in a strange mood.

When I walked into his office, he was sitting behind his desk, frowning at his laptop screen and glancing at a report in his hand. He didn’t look up, not even when I said, “I got your special coffee for you,” and put it in front of him.

“Thanks,” he muttered. “But you won’t have to do that anymore.”

“Why?”

“I’ve lost my taste for it.”

I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “You’ve lost your taste for coffee?” The way he went on about it at first, I got the impression he couldn’t live without the damn thing.

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