Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Two: Is That All I Am?

“Alcosa, please, don’t be like that.” He sighed and looked over at me.

I shake my head and exit his office. In what world is being mad at me justified? Why didn’t he tell her I stayed six weeks? Who told him about the war? I slam the door closed behind me. If he will come after me and explain what happened… Doce. A few minutes pass. I breathe. It’s not going to—that…

Am I overreacting, or is Heather right? Is he bored of me, lacking something new? Wyatt is usually the first to spring to my defense without a second thought. Until now.

I run my fingers through my hair. I try my best not to get upset. I need to get away from here. I still have five hours of my shift left, but I don’t care. Time to go home. I gather my things and exit my office.

What is he grumbling about? He’s worked up at me again. Heather has the same sour look on her face. I straighten my dress, and walk past everyone with confidence. I refuse to let them see anything is wrong. I will be the queen of this office yet again.

I wasn’t expecting my day to go like this, not after how great things have been the last few days since he returned from his Vegas trip. I head straight for home, where I plan on staying for the remainder of the day.

I do my best not to cry on the ride back. A few stray tears fall, but I quickly wipe them away. My hormones are all out of whack as it is because that time of the month is due in a few days, which isn’t helping. I pull up outside my apartment. When I leave my car and stroll towards my building, my cell starts ringing. I check to see who it is, but I have a feeling who it is before I even do. Wyatt’s name flashes on my screen. I roll my eyes and reject the call. I don’t want to talk to him.

He’s probably calling to lecture me for leaving or because of how I spoke to his friend. I make my way inside and toss my things onto the sofa. I sit down, sighing loudly. He will probably show up at my apartment at some point since I’m not answering his calls.

I close my eyes and massage my temples. My head is starting to hurt. Some painkillers and a nap are needed. I will have to face him at some point. I want an explanation! It isn’t like I’m asking for much. I need to know if I’m jumping to conclusions or if something is actually happening. Heather has gotten into my fucking head.

Is the redhead an ex of sorts? She seems like the type of woman Wyatt would get involved with. I pull myself off the sofa. I stop by the bathroom for some painkillers on my way to the…

I slow down as I enter my apartment. I change into shorts and a t-shirt before I climb into bed. I stare at the ceiling. There is a high chance I won’t sleep. My cell rings again. I sigh and reach for it. This time, it is a video call request. I stare at the screen, letting it ring out. He tries a second time, but I do the same thing.

He doesn’t try a third time, but a text comes through.

Alta, an urgent call! It is not what you think, I promise. Talk to me and let me explain.

I set my cell to silent. I will reply later. Why does he think—I think—that was going on? It wasn’t the fact he had a woman in his office. I know he has some female friends, which I’m okay with. What bothered me was how familiar they seemed to be. How he lied to her about who I was to him.

I place a pillow on my face and scream into it. It made me feel a little better. I roll onto my side and try to allow myself to fall asleep. Even an hour would be enough. Anything is better than thinking about the events of the afternoon.

Chapter C