CHAPTER122
Get a grip, Emma, stop being pathetic.
“No; I’m still elsewhere. You can handle things for a couple of days,” is the curt response, and I want to cry.
“Yes, sir.” I hate that it sounds childish and weak; he’s caught me off guard. I’m half asleep and crumbling at the way he’s being, still aching for some of my normal Jake to shine through, but he’s completely gone.
“I’ll be back Friday. I want a full report on my return.” His tone is still icy and flat. I miss my Jake. It’s obvious, that for whatever reason he left, it is still in his head, that despite the distance, he isn’t going to talk about it. He’s making it clear our relationship is now all business, no hints of friendship or caring anymore.
“Very good, Mr. Carrero.” PA Emma raises a haughty head and pushes feebleness out of the way.
Well, fuck you very much, Mr. Cold & Moody. Yes, sure, I shall jump because you’ve demanded it.
“Enjoy the rest of your trip,” I say sarcastically, knowing that will only piss him off more.
“I intend to.” His voice is raspy, almost threatening, but it has the desired effect, and I’m glad he hangs up before the sob surfaces, the wound in my chest turning into a crater. He leaves me alone with a silent line and not even a goodbye.
I fucking hate you. Bastard!
I throw my cell across the room, not caring if I smash it.
Screw you! Maybe I’ll resign. I don’t want to work for an egomaniac with a constant fucking hard on anymore."
