Chapter One Hundred and Twenty–Two Is That All I Am2-1
I arrive back hom work on my lunch break. I went on my an olay because Wyatt had a conference call. I didn’t go far, only across the road. The second 1 step inside, people are looking at nor and whispering What the hell? What has changed since I left, not even an hma age? It can’t be about my relationship with Wyatt. I thought everyone wat over that, I shake my head, ignoring them and head for Wyatt’s office. I brought him some lunch back becnie I knew he wouldn’t have eaten.
I approach the door, but someone stops me en
meen my path. Heather!
“You may want to knock. The boss has some company.“ She smirks…
at are you on about, Heather?
Treally don’t like her! She hates me, toa
I keep calm, even though I know she is trying to get under my skin. I really
“I am referring to the stunning redhead in his office. She arrived five minutes after you left. She is still in there. I wonder what they could be doing?” she says smugly.
“It is probably business.”
She laughs, “Are you really that naive? Trust me, she wasn’t dressed for business. He was firm about no one disturbing him. They looked cory
Heather is getting too much pleature from telling me this. She is enjoying every second. What
That is she, a teenage girl? She is acting
“Heather, grow up.” I snap.
“You shouldn’t be surprised. Did you really think a man like Wyatt wouldn’t get bored with little old you? He was bound to upgrade, and he has surely done that with her” She replies
“I understand you are jealous because he has never as much as looked your way, hur sweeties, you need to get over It Wyatt and I are doing fine. I give him everything he needs, trasi me. He has no complaints.” I smirk
I don’t give her a chance to say another word. I walk away a
and head into my office. I pretend like am not bothered. I ani, though. Heather has a point: why would he stay with some like me when he can have any woman he wants? Who is the woman in his office?
I hate myself for thinking the worst and being jealous. I sigh, close the door and rest against it. The other dose between my office and Wyatt is slightly ajar. I can hear the woman
ey are talking and laughing. They seem
Before I can stop myself, I head straight for the door and push it open. Wyall in on his office chair, and she is sitting on top of his desk. They are Tamiliar with one another. Her hand is on his arms. Why is this bitch touching my man?
“Who the fuck are you?” I snap, the words Heaping without a second thought.
All eyes were konn on nie. The woman stood and focused on me. She was gorgeous Tall and slim, shh stunning long, red hair. She was wearing a tight, short black dress and killer beeks She looked me over.
Who are you?”
Wyatt has mentioned me,
“And you are barging inta Wyatt’s office, why?” she inape
“Alyssa is my assistant.” He answers befair | cm
She shakes her head, “A very rude me
ser at Wyatt, or more like glare at him. “Your assistant, really?”
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Sigt unte since we put together has he introduced as his putant in the what he tells people who don‘
“You don’t seem very disciplined for an artistast.”
God, who does she thank size in?
“Free Ion’t talk to me that. You don’t even know nat.” I hiss, my late clenching at my sides.
I am print stl tight ass between her and
“Trough, bwin ið you,” Wyatt alates fondy and
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Sarcasm drips from my voice with each word.
