You Only Get Apologies From Exes When They Can’t Have Their Way With You
You Only Get Apologies From Exes When They Can’t Have Their Way With You
Day 130 of The Andie Chronicles
I probably should tell James if he wants the whole office to hear his private conversations, he should continue to take his meetings in his amphitheatre-style office.
With the door open, and at the top of his voice.
That’s how I knew he was meeting with the in-house lawyers. I could hear them speaking about their last meeting, mentioning the failed court negotiations and a possible court date.
I knew what this was about; his aunty and the ugly lease agreement gone wrong.
Despite everything happening between James and I, it wasn’t fair what was happening to him. No one should be pushed out of their home by a relative who doesn’t approve of their sexuality.
And especially not in this day and age; it’s not cool to be a bigot.
Though I don’t know when it really was ‘cool’.
Creeping out of my office and into the hallway, I listened a little harder than I should have. I had no idea what was going on in my best friend’s life. He was hardly home and rarely spoke to me about anything he was going through.
If he was fucking someone, I wouldn’t know about it. If he was planning a hostile takeover of 1 Lovelock Drive, I wouldn’t see it coming.
I guess he could see the same of me. He couldn’t see I wasn’t taking the overthrowing of my business lying down. And how I was coming for it, taking back what was mine, in my own way.
Every moment of every day I had to resist the urge to tell him my plans. The James I know and love would thrive under this deception.
We would bond over taking what was rightly ours, in the same way he was taking it to his aunt. He has always been the perfect wingman.
As I heard one of the lawyers mention a possible court appearance, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was warm, clasping my joint with an intense grasp.
“What are you doing, Andie?”
I turned around and fell into Douglas, his frame standing over me, leaving me nowhere to turn and run.
“Mr Gallo, can I help you?”
I had never called him that in my life. Perhaps once when I was riding him on his study desk in his penthouse. That was part of role play, though.
“Why are you standing and listening to James’ conversation?”
I felt my tongue run over my teeth. “I thought they called my name.”
Douglas shook his head before taking me by the waist and twisting me. With his body against my back, I moved with him, his body leading me back into my office. Slamming the door behind him, he pushed me up against the wooden frame, holding me with one hand.
I could feel his breath tighten and mine move with him. He wanted me, he wanted my body, he stroked my side like we were lovers once again.
“Are you for real?”
I shoved him away from my body. It was hard to do because at that moment I could have let him do whatever he wanted. For all the hate in the world, I couldn’t forget the magic we had in the bedroom.
And I wanted a body against mine.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“You’re what?!”
“Don’t make me fucking repeat myself, Andie.”
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