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..

at my apartment complex and even

mental compensation finally made

that night, I was restless.

over in my dreams, his figure appeared, holding me tight through countless late nights.

moments, he’d grip my waist and coax me with a

side of Hogan no

overpowering possessiveness.

it was

I was sleepless.

rush, I spilled out of the subway like a sardine, only to find one of my wireless earbuds had been jostled

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

11:37

in the

actually drove her to work

is on the opposite side of town

morning Hogan had to commute

about the days I used to wake up early to make breakfast and coax him out of bed, and

his attitude

planned to

Cecilia’s soft greeting reached my

my eyes briefly sweeping