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I wasn’t going to go to his office. I was going to stand him up, that is, until the time got closer, and lunch dragged on as if time had stopped to draw out my anger. He was infuriating, acting as though he were God’s gift to women one minute, then as if he were God’s gift to me. Two could play at that game, and for the last twenty minutes of my lunch break, I ran to the department store down the street, purchasing something that he wouldn’t be able to resist, then I’d deny the son-of-a-bitch.Teach him to be a dick to me again, I thought, storming to his office. I wasn’t even going to wait patiently while Ms. Carmicheal sat anxiously by the phone, waiting for him to bark orders at her. No, I was going to fly into that office and be the vixen that drove Mackenzie Craft insane.To my surprise, when I got there, his assistant wasn’t at her desk. I laughed under my breath. I knew she’d quit sooner than later.But

MACKI’d never felt so lonely on a Saturday night. Normally I’d emerge myself in my work, but I couldn’t focus on anything. Visions of Kelsey kept running through my mind, distracting me from everything, even my first priority in life—work. If Kelsey were taking over my thoughts over making money and being successful, it only proved she meant more to me than I’d realized, and I was screwed if we were really going to throw in the towel on becoming more.I’d doubled my time at the gym this morning, and the ache in my legs and arms should have helped distract my brain, but it’d only soured my mood. I couldn’t even call Ronnie, my kickboxing trainer, to book a session because he was out of town for the holidays. I was desperate for a diversion from my never-ending thoughts, and found myself driving around in my car and landing at a mall just outside of the city, walking through the echoey space amongst the

I held in my frown, knowing she was referring to Cody. Why did I relate so much with Cody? I wasn’t a carefree, blow with the wind, kind of person. I liked structure and very few bumps in the road. My personality was perfect for a long term relationship, which is basically what Mack and I had, minus our peers knowing.“Do you want kids?” Mindy asked after opening the door to leave the mall. “You seem like the type that would love being a mom.”A smile slipped across my lips. “I always imagined myself with kids. Someday it’ll happen.”Mindy sighed dramatically. “Just waiting for our Prince Charming’s to sweep us off our feet.” She wiggled her eyes at me when we reached her car. “Well, my Prince Charming will spread my legs before he sweeps me off my feet.”I nearly snorted at her admission, then a vision of Mack holding me in his arms flooded my brain. Was he my Prince Charming? He was t

KelseyMy stomach had been in knots ever since he left me in the stairwell three weeks ago. I’d contemplated what had happened and the words that were said between us, and I couldn’t bring myself to let go of my pride and apologize for getting so upset. I understood why he’d flown off the handle, I really did, but I was still afraid of the label that would be stamped on my back if the world found out I was exclusive with Mackenzie Craft, the owner of the company. By his lack of attempts to make amends, I figured he was doing just fine without me, even though I was miserable on the inside. “I brought coffee!” Mindy greeted. “No bagels today. I finally got that red dress to zip last night, you know, the one I bought for the Christmas party?”I gave her a smile, but my lip wouldn’t stop from quivering. I’d been dreading this evening for the past week. I wasn’t in the mood to get dressed up and

Her head craned in the other direction, the rest of her body dashing out of the main room and into the hallway. I picked up my pace, dodging chairs and employees, giving nods for greetings, but sure to lose sight of Kesley. Once I got through the pile of people, I checked both ways down the hallway, catching a glimmer of her dress sneak into a room. Ignoring that it was a powder room labeled women only, I opened the door, worried she might have fallen sick again. She had missed a lot of work recently, and by her slender figure and peaked coloring, losing her stomach could be the reason for her quick departure. That or she was avoiding me.“Kelsey?” I asked, cautiously opening the door. I let out a breath of relief when she was the only one in the cozy room. She wasn’t facing me, but leaning on the countertop in front of a mirror, girly products in a woven basket on the end. “Are you alright?”Her eyes darted to mine through the mirr