circumstances have changed considerably. I’m sure you’ll agree with that.”
Kirk and I glare at each other.
“I didn’t expect this of her. Despite everything else, I expected her to be professional.”
“That is exactly what she’s trying to be. The only way that the two of you can exist professionally is if you don’t work in such close quarters.”
I want to find her. I want to speak to her. I need to hear it coming directly from her.
“She is also going to be moving out of her apartment. The two of you will hopefully now be able to carry on with your lives in peace. Your daughter will be able to move on too.”
I clench my jaw tightly, just like I’ve clenched my fists.
“Get out of my office, and don’t tell me what you think I need to do,” I growl.
Kirk draws in a deep breath. He has his eyes narrowed at me.
“Blaire is a complicated woman, I’m sure you know this by now. She is a good friend. If there is one thing I have learned about her, is that she will never forgive you or forget. So good fuckin’ luck with that,” he says before he walks away.
As far as I know, Calvin handled the rest of Kirk Silvers’ visit. I know I’m not going to be able to have a conversation with him or the damned legal team without erupting like a volcano.
Instead, I return to the apartment and knock furiously on her door. There’s no answer. In all likelihood, she is not at home, but that doesn’t stop me from keeping knocking.
I need an outlet for my rage.
I told Calvin I was thinking of moving. That I was going to find a way for us to work at a distance with each other. But I was kidding myself.
I don’t want to be away from her. I don’t want her out of my life. If there is anything the last several weeks has taught me, it is that Blaire is important to me. I love her, and not just because of how amazing she is in bed. I wake up thinking about her, and that has to account for something.
I keep banging on her door. So hard that I haven’t even heard the elevator doors open. Blaire’s friend Kim is running towards me.
“Oh my God, Trevor! What are you doing? Just stop!” she screams at me.
I turn to her, and I can see the concern on her face.
“Blaire isn’t here. She’s at her new apartment. I’m helping her pack and move. I’m just here to collect a few of her things. She’s not coming back here.”
“I don’t care what she’s told you, what reason she’s given you for cutting me off; you have to help me talk to her. I need to tell her everything.” My voice is hoarse as I speak, and Kim’s chest is heaving with emotion. Her nostrils are flared as she watches me. “If you are her best friend and you want what is best for her, you need to put us together in the same room. Ten minutes: that is all I need.”
Kim gulps and clasps her hands together, weaving her fingers in a knot.
“I don’t know what I can do or how soon, but okay, I’ll figure something out. You’re not exactly in my boyfriend’s good books either. I heard Kirk went to see you today.” Kim has her brows arched, and I am ready to kick myself. I had no idea!
“You can all get together and curse me for days, but right now, you have to help me see Blaire. After that, I can be out of all your lives,” I say, and Kim nods in agreement.
28
Blaire
“Hi,” I say when I hear Kim return to the apartment. I’m sitting in the middle of my new empty living room, trying to unpack all the boxes that surround me.
This is not ideal. I bought a beautiful apartment just eight months ago. An investment that I have been working towards all my life, was saving for, and was incredibly proud of.
I planned on living in that apartment for many years and moving out only when I was able to upgrade. But now my whole world has shifted, and it is all due to one man and how I allowed myself to get emotionally tangled up in him.
I have to admit, I’m disappointed in myself.
“Hey, I found them,” Kim says, walking into the living room with my makeup bag that I’d somehow forgotten in the bathroom.
“Thanks,