And Idamnsure don’t slow down as Marissa seems to pop out of nowhere, an iced latte jostling in her hand.
“What’s wrong, Maddy?” Her tone is like venom as she flips her hair over her shoulder. “You look a little…frazzled.”
I fucked all my bosses, and now my life is ruined. That’s what’s wrong, Marissa.
Of course, I don’t say that. Instead, I just keep walking and hope she’ll leave me alone.
She purses her lips and tilts her head, fake sympathy all over her face as I punch the down button in the elevator. “I hope everything is okay,” she adds when I don’t say anything.
“It’s fine,” I snap, as the doors glide open.
“And, by the way, your shirt is untucked in the back,” she calls as I step in and violently smash the close button repeatedly. “You might want to fix that before someone else notices and assumes?—”
Thankfully, the doors closing cut her off.
God, she’s a witch.
I lean against the wall and tip my head back, closing my eyes.I’m going to have to find a new job. I can’t ever come back to this place. Ever.
A defeated groan slips from my throat as I think about rent and the lease I just signed. There’s no way I’ll be able to find another company that can even come close to what Modern Edge pays.
I could blackmail them. I could tell them that I’ll tell everyone they slept with me and then fired me. That’s…
That’s fucked up. I won’t do that. I’m way too embarrassed about this.
I’d rather crawl into a hole and die at this point.
“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath as I step out of the elevator, shaking my head at my own audacity.What was I thinking, fucking Caleb today? Do I seriously just have zero self-control?
“No, he’s just nice,” I say to myself, like a crazy person.And kind, sweet, caring, and he listens so much better than most men.
But still, I royally fucked up.
My heels click against the lobby tile, and I don’t bother to pull out my phone until I’m outside, the sun hitting my face with a warmth that only makes me feel worse for some reason.
I’m just pathetic andspiraling right now.
My bosses haven’t tried to contact me.They’re probably still duking it out in Caleb’s office.
I desperately need to hear Riley’s voice right now.
It rings three times before connecting, and I hear some sort of muffled noises and shitty rock music playing in the background.
“Hang on! My hands are covered in paint!” Riley’s voice sounds distant. I sigh, my calves burning from my quick pace in these high heels.
“Come on, Riley,” I mumble, almost to our apartment complex by the time her voice comes back.
“Hey, sorry.” She’s breathless, and I can imagine her wiping the sweat and paint from her brow with her forearm—and making it all worse, probably. “Is everything okay, Mads?”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out for a moment, as I realize how completely ridiculous my life sounds right now. “It’s a long story, but I’m on my way home.”
“Oh…” Her voice trails off, losing its chipper tone. “Did something happen with that Marissa chick?”
“No.”I wish it were that simple.“It’s… They… I… I can’t control myself, Riley. I’m so disgusting.”
“Oh…” Riley catches on. “You mean, something happened with your bosses?”
“They know. They all know what I’ve done,” I blurt out. “And to make it all worse, Adrian and Beck… They walked in on…”
