Chapter 20

Nathan

Before I can stare at the hickey for too long, the elevator doors open and Layla rushes out. She doesn't even look back to wait for Trish despite being from the same department. I know it's because she's only trying to get away from me as soon as possible.

After a few more employees step out of the elevator, the doors close again to get to the next floor and I clench my jaw, trying so hard not to punch the steel walls or something.

While I make my way to my office, I still can't stop thinking about that hickey. Did she have this yesterday as well? Or did she get it last night? I know I'm torturing myself with these questions, but I can't help it. I need to know who her boyfriend is. I hate to admit it, but her hickey has bothered me more than it should.

Even as my new management team and I discuss new strategies regarding how we'll run Tech-Beet and what needs to change, I still can't seem to forget about her and that fucking hickey on her neck.

During coffee break, everyone el