Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(58)

“I mean, I would have called you, but you blocked my number.”

Rolling my eyes, I stepped forward.

“Oh, Mr Hayes!” I gasped, holding my hands over my mouth, “I am so sorry… I’ll unblock your number. I must have done it by mistake! I didn’t recognise the number, I didn’t want just any old perv keep messaging me,” I smirk, walking past him before lowering my voice so only he could hear, “you have five minutes.” I snapped, walking towards the front of the shop. I heard the mutter of their voices as I walked away.

Crossing my arms across my chest, I looked out on the busy pathway, it was heaving with Christmas shoppers. I ordered most of mine online, I didn’t like being in busy places. I made an exception for Connie because I feel like I have been so busy with her dad and work that I haven’t made much time for her. Swallowing, I tried to coat my dry mouth and throat but it didn’t work.

My body reacted to him before I heard him. I hated that it betrayed me like that.

“Brat,” his voice was low, it was like a growl as he stepped behind me. I stilled.

“Connie,” I whispered.

“Connie has gone to pay for yours and her clothes, so we’re alone… apart from the hundreds of people walking past this shop.”

“What do you want?” my voice was shaky, but I stood tall. I didn’t want him to see just how much he affected me.

“I want to see you; you’re freezing me out and I don’t like it,” his fingertips brushed down my arm. I snapped, turning to face him.

“I’m freezing you out?” my voice was a little louder now, rage brewing inside of me. “You froze yourself out when you acted like a pillock,” I snorted.

His brows pinched, he was taken aback by what I said.

“Pillock?” his brows dug in now, his eyes narrowing on me.

“A simpleton, a fool, an annoyance,” I growled, shaking my head, “I don’t have time for this.” Stepping aside, I tried to rush past him to get to Connie.

His hand stuck out, spreading across my stomach, and stopping me. The sparks that coursed through me from that one touch, amplifying my nerve endings. My breath caught in the back of my throat, stumbling back in front of him where he wanted me.

“Don’t run from me,” one of his brows arched.

“Not running, just don’t want to be here anymore,” I said with annoyance, arms crossing across my chest again.

“Oh, Buttercup. You’re such a brat,” his hand grasped my chin, holding it tightly.

“I’ve heard you’re not happy at Lordes, is that true?” he asked, his voice softer now as if he was actually concerned.

I hesitated for a moment, my mind whizzing with how he knew. Connie.

“Yes,” I sighed.

His brows furrowed, his head lowering as he craned his neck.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because it’s nothing to do with you,” my eyes bored through his, his beautiful brown eyes had hints of caramel running through them.

“It has a lot to do with me,” he breathed, his minty breath on my face.

Rubbing my lips together, I pulled his hand away from me and he let me.

“I’ve got to go,” I whispered, I couldn’t be this close to him. He was killing me. Stepping around him, his fingers grasped my wrist and pulled me to face him.

“Reese,” his eyes volleyed back and forth between mine, “come to my office on Monday, unblock my number and I’ll send you the address.”

“I’ll ask Connie, there is no need for me to unblock your number.”

“You’re so fucking petty,” he growls.

“Yup,” I flicked my long blonde hair over my shoulder and walked towards Connie, ignoring the low hum of a growl that came from behind me.



We headed for a small restaurant on the corner of 5TH avenue. The snow that had settled last week had begun to melt but we were in for another storm over night. Unwrapping our scarfs and coats we piled them on our shopping bags. The warm air from the restaurant nipped at our frost-bitten skin causing our cheeks to redden.

We ordered ultimate hot chocolates, finished with whipped cream, marshmallows and mini peppermint candy canes.

“What did my dad want?” Connie asked as she swiped her finger through the whipped cream and sucked it off.

My shoulders slumped forward slightly.

“He knows I want to leave,” I pinned her with my eyes, I knew it must have come from her.

She bared her teeth to me, a big smile, “You’re not mad, are you? Please don’t be mad,” her voice coming out as a beg.

I wrapped my fingers round my cup, bringing it to my lips as I shook my head, “I’m not.”

“Good, I done it for you.”

“I know you did.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked, swiping more cream.

“Go to his office,” shrugging my shoulders up.

“Maybe he will offer you a job,” she smirked.

“I doubt that, not sure if I want to work with him anyway,” I said honestly, taking a mouthful of the thick, velvety hot chocolate. It was delicious.

“Why?” her brows pinched.

“I don’t know.” That was the truth, I didn’t know. Maybe it was because we were married, we’ve fucked, and that little slither of hope that we did have of taking our relationship to the next level was crushed when he didn’t answer when I told him I wanted a baby in future. “Wouldn’t it be weird me working directly under your dad?” It’s already kind of weird that I work for his company and have Satan as a boss.