No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 697

At the break room, I casually tossed out a question to the others, "Has anyone seen Mr. Smith today?"

A few snickers and suppressed laughs followed, sparking my curiosity, "What's up? Did something happen to him?"

"He got a makeover, courtesy of his girlfriend!"

"Must've been a wild cat fight."

"Who knew Mr. Smith's girlfriend had it in her..."

"Well, if my guy hit up a nightclub without me, I'd scratch him too."

The gossip flew fast and loose, and from the chatter, I pieced it together: Grant hadn't shown up at the office because he was sporting some new 'decorations' on his face, too embarrassed to show his mug. Back at my desk, I couldn't resist and dialed Grant, figuring a check-in was in order. It wasn't to poke fun-far from it. Grant had always had my back.

"Don't buy into the office gossip mill, it's all blown out of proportion," he rushed to clarify the moment the call connected.

piqued my curiosity, "What are you talking about? What did they

at the office, right? Didn't you

it cool, "Been swamped, haven't heard a

Ending it with, "What I regret most is

prompting me to tease, "Oh? Planning to

type," Grant confessed, though not intentionally bringing Ernest into it. It was his way of saying his tastes were

comment slide, and Grant,

did you end up at?" I cut to the

Lounge!" He blurted out, then fell silent, probably

go-to for Seabreeze

she still

home late... You know how it is, women always overthink

unwittingly offending all womankind.

cool off after giving you a new look?" I couldn't resist

"Who said she scratched me... Oh great, Felicia, now you're

to dock my bonus—a bonus for work he himself had