Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 6

The word “babe hit me like a bolt from the blue, making my chest explode with surprise.

When I turned to look at Hogan, I saw Cecilia’s little face, full of shock and confusion.

Somehow, our gazes met in mid–air.

Inudged her. “Mr. Zade’s calling you.”

The lingering, reluctant tone of his voice definitely wasn’t meant for me.

Cecilia blinked, pouted, and gave Hogan’s prominent nose a playful scratch, whining, “Hogan, the party isn’t over yet.”

Hogan lifted his eyelids at the sound, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

That confirmed my hunch.

Watching the Maybach drive away, Wallis elbowed me, her tone soothing. “Tough night, huh?”

I quipped half–jokingly, “How ‘bout something tangible, President Lott?”

Wallis just shot me a look..

complex and even gave me

mental compensation finally made its way into reality.

that night, I was

in my dreams, his figure appeared, holding me tight through

he’d grip my waist and coax me with a husky voice, “Louder,

of Hogan no

overpowering possessiveness.

it was

I was sleepless.

I spilled out of the subway like a sardine, only to find one

I looked up to see a black Maybach parked not too far away. There, Hogan, all dapper in his suit, was opening the passenger door like the perfect gentleman. In a moment, Cecilia emerged from the car in

11:37

the

drove her to work himself.

is on the opposite side

had to commute an extra

early to make breakfast and coax

between his attitude could be so

to

took a step, Cecilia’s soft greeting reached my ears, “Good morning. Xaviera!”

my eyes briefly sweeping over Hogan, “Good morning, Mr. Zade, Ms.