I exhaled sharply.
He might as well have punched me in the gut.
I stumbled back.
A step then another.
“No, no, no…” I mumbled. Shaking my head.
He motioned to get up.
I stop him with a raised hand. He sat back down.
I must have heard wrong.
I glance back at him. Searching his face for confirmation. Maybe I misheard him.
No, he wouldn’t do that.
“You… you won’t,” I tell him.
He grimaced.
“That’s not true,” I tried to convince myself.
“I am so…” he started. But I didn’t let him finish.
I ran out the door.
I grabbed my things and high-tailed it out of that damned place.
I had a split second before I chose to stop by the penthouse first.
Pressing the button in the elevator, I see my hand shaking reflected on the wall mirror.
I promised Charlotte I’d see her, I don’t break my promises, unlike some people.
I dig my hands in my pockets, determined to not cry hysterically in public.
Reaching the door, she immediately jumps on me.