Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 45

It was not exactly smart to tick Frank off before the new investment dough landed.

I chirped up. “Too late for this, can we talk tomorrow morning?”

Hogan snorted coldly, already halfway through the door.

I blocked the entrance, not letting him in.

Just then, Wallis‘ voice hit my ears outta nowhere, “Which room’s Xaviera’s?”

Panic hit me like a truck, my hand strength went MIA, giving Hogan the perfect opening.

He managed to worm his way in anyways.

Feeling kinda deflated, I looked up at the guy in front of me and asked, “Mr. Zade, you think this is cool?”

Hogan didn’t utter a word, just furrowed his brow and yanked at his tie in irritation.

That was rare.

Outside, Wallis‘ voice was closing in, “Xaviera, you hit the sack yet?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, forced some pep into my step, and threw Hogan a look to hide behind the door.

Just as my fingers touched the doorknob, his hand swooped in, right on top of mine.

His sleeves rolled up, revealing some solid forearms, his palm burning up like nobody’s

business.

“Xaviera,” his deep voice pressed against my ear, “aren’t we close?”

Bonkers.

Hogan was really not scared of stirring the pot, huh?

met his gaze, ticked off, but silent.

felt a tight squeeze around my waist, and Hogan pulled me

I could feel

but my feet were like jelly, couldn’t

grilled me like

with the scent

face flare up, as

“Answer me.”

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I said through gritted

cutting

out to stop him, but he pinned my hands above my

kiss was fierce, his face an imposing blur, impossible to fend off.

tattoo, calling out ‘Xaviera‘ over and over, just like the

no

phone yanked me out of the dream.

opened my eyes to unfamiliar surroundings and snapped

once I did, I plunged into a whirlpool of cluelessness.

marks were pretty

“Xaviera, great news, Hogan’s decided to throw in another five

hundred thousand?

mind was boggled.

about the steamy scenes from my dream, I couldn’t crack a smile.

the steamy mist, I clearly saw the bruise on my chest, right where

revealed an English

*iillayloveyou, Hogan.”

obliterated, like a sudden slash of time’s claws, mocking

way

both were

keen, at least there

it sorted out the marketing budget issue that Wallis had been fretting

event, ready to share the good