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“Damon!”
“What, Grayson?” I spin to face him, pulse roaring in my ears as my heart punches into my ribs and lungs. “What? He knew what he was doing. It wasn’t an accident…it wasn’t a mistake.”
“I know,” he sighs, sitting in one of the desk chairs.
“He hurt Ava.” I pick up one of the photos and throw it into the box. “If it were Fran?”
“I would kill him,” he says harshly. Standing, he picks up the other empty box and sweeps all the shit that’s left on the desk into it. “The best I can do is staff harassment. Ava’s assistant is willing to go with it.”
“Fine.” Allowing my rage to drive me, I go through all the cabinets around the room, emptying them of anything that’s not related to the company.
“Have you heard from her?” Grayson asks when I sit in the other desk chair, beside him.
“No.”
My already racing heart starts to thunder through my veins until I’m practically breathless, and all I can hear is the whooshing of my red-hot blood in my ears along with the echo of Lacie’s words—your pregnant girlfriend is falling to pieces.
This shouldn’t be happening. I should be with Ava, making sure she’s all right. That my hand is always there for her when she needs to hold on.
I’m not ready. I’m scared. It’s all I’ve heard on repeat. All night. I’m scared too. Fucking afraid she won’t come back to me.
“Give her time,” Grayson offers. “Ava’s smart—she’ll see the position you’ve put yourself in for her.”
“It’s just money.”
“Yeah, but the lawsuit and now the share conversion…it’s a lot of money. More money than some will see in their lifetime.”
“Ava’s worth every cent and more.”
“You love her.” He chuckles, looking impressed with himself. “Fran said you would, and I laughed at her.”
The office door opens, and Dexter stands there looking between Grayson and me in our casual clothes. “What? Did I miss a memo or something? I’m pretty sure we don’t do dress-down Fridays.”
“It’s not Friday,” Grayson states, pulling a letter-sized envelope from his back pocket. “Get your belongings and get out.”
I can’t believe I ever called him a friend. That I trusted him to help me run my company.
What the fuck was I even thinking?
Dexter looks around the room, and I see it all dawn on his face.
“Really? You’re picking a two-bit fuc—” My fist slams into his mouth before he has a chance to finish, and because once wasn’t enough, I do it again, and again, until Grayson has me pinned to the wall.
Everything is so fucking blurry. It’s all a fucking red haze.
“You’re going to regret that,” Dexter spits at my feet. The bloody sight of it does nothing to calm my anger as I try to shove Grayson off me.
“Get the fuck out, Dex. You’re done here.” Grayson finally lets me go, following me as I step to Dexter.
“If you so much as yawn in your fucking dark hole, I’ll crush you. You will never see an office in this city again.”
Security arrives—my bet is Grayson called them. I don’t know. My head is a mess, my hand is throbbing, and all I can think about is the fact I still haven’t heard anything from Ava.
“Right.” Grayson throws me his handkerchief. “Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“You want to win Ava back, don’t you?”
