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?

ticked off,

felt a tight squeeze around my

thin layer of fabric, I could feel his solid arms across my

but my feet were like jelly, couldn’t

locked with mine, and grilled

heavy with the scent of booze, washed over

face flare

“Answer me.”

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through gritted teeth, anger rising. “Hogan,

cutting off my next line.

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

kiss was fierce, his face an imposing blur, impossible to

dream, Hogan nibbled on my tattoo, calling out ‘Xaviera‘ over and

was no good,

of my phone yanked me out of the dream.

opened my eyes to unfamiliar surroundings and snapped right awake.

did, I plunged into a whirlpool of

marks were pretty

“Xaviera, great news, Hogan’s decided to throw in another five hundred thousand!”

hundred

was

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

legs to the bathroom, through the steamy mist, I clearly saw the bruise on my chest,

words barely revealed an

*iillayloveyou, Hogan.”

all but obliterated, like a

this your way of making

both were

though Frank wasn’t too keen, at least

the marketing budget issue

event, ready to share the good news with