Office Grump An Enemies to Lovers Romance - Nicole Snow Page 0,144

You’re better than that.

What makes you think she was lying, jackass? Is it really that hard to believe someone else would want me?

“He knew you were lying,” I tell Paige in a small voice.

“Oh, Brina.” She rolls her eyes. “He hopes. The show I gave him could’ve won awards.”

Mom: Brina, baby, did you get your phone charged?

“They’re not all from him,” I say, scrolling down. “Mom texted, too, worried about my phone.”

Unfortunately, Mag wasn’t done.

Magnus: I don’t even deserve an answer?

Fuck no, you don’t. I type it into the screen and stop just short of hitting send.

“Brina? Are you texting him?” Paige asks.

I sigh and delete it.

Not getting answers is obviously bothering him, and I want to keep that going.

“No,” I say glumly, scrolling through more messages.

Magnus: Okay, maybe it wasn’t a lie. If your boyfriend’s real, I hope he deserves you.

You sure didn’t.

“Oh, now he says maybe it wasn’t a lie,” I hiss out.

“See?” Paige throws her head back and giggles. “I told ya! He hoped it was a lie.”

I just hope there’s an end to these texts.

Mom: Honey? I haven’t heard from you in hours. I’m starting to get worried.

Magnus: Your mother called the office looking for you. She seems worried.

“Crap. My mom called HeronComm thanks to my radio silence,” I say. My gut tightens.

“Too bad, so sad. Tell him you were having wild movie star sex with your biker boyfriend, who your parents don’t approve of,” Paige suggests with a wicked grin.

“You’re so ridiculous,” I tell her, stifling a laugh.

But these text messages totally aren’t.

Mom: Brina, where are you? Text me back. You could be dead in a ditch somewhere! How would I know? And now I heard you randomly took a vacation from your job? What’s going on?

Greaaaat. I feel sick, and the bile only climbs up my throat when I see more from King Asshole.

Magnus: Sabrina, please call your parents.

Magnus: Also, if I hear from them again, I’m sending Armstrong out looking.

“Oh my God!” I belt out, ignoring the TV.

“What?” Paige asks.

“Now he says he’s sending his driver to find me if Mom calls the office all panicked again.” I shake my head.

“Isn’t that called stalking?” Paige blinks.

“It’s because Mom called them, all worried. Her writer brain has me kidnapped by an evil mafia group or something, or maybe I’m in a coma waiting for a kiss from Prince Charming.”

Paige giggles. “Sorry, didn’t mean to laugh. It was just—”

“I love my mom, but she’s way funnier when you don’t have to live with her.” I start to text back a reply to my mom before Armstrong goes on a wild goose chase.

“Are you texting him?”

“Nope, telling Mom I’m alive before she gives Dad a heart attack.”

Paige nods. “Good call.”

Sabrina: I’m alive and well, Mom. Please don’t ever call my office again.

Her reply comes back near instantly.

Mom: Yay! And you should call your office, honey. People are worried about you.

It’s not my office anymore.

Also, I refuse to count Mag among “people.”

He’s horny, overworked, scrambling after poor Jordan, and doesn’t know what to do with himself.

None of those things are my problem, even if my heart goes out to the boy.

Mag needs to find another outlet. It can’t be me. But I’m sure my mother already has visions of wedding bells, white dresses, explosions of flowers, and cute little party favors.

Sabrina: You can tell him I’m alive so he doesn’t send his driver out looking for me. If you tell him more than that, I’ll never speak to you again.

Mom: Oh, Brina. That bad??? I’m sure you can work this out.

Sabrina: He’s no romance hero and he’s not my boyfriend.

Mom: Hint-hint...I’m a pretty good judge of character.

Yep, she’s insufferable, but I love her.

Sabrina: Fine, Mom. He can be a hero, but this is not my story.

Mom: Okay, baby. I’ll drop it.

Thank God. This isn’t a freaking book you can tie up with a happy ending, Mom. Stay out of it.

All words that flash through my head but I’ll never say out loud.

I won’t let Mag’s pain make me hurt Mom. Oh, and speak of the literal devil.

A new message lights up my screen.

Magnus: Thanks for letting your mom tell me you’re okay. Are you coming back to work next week?

Nope. Buzz off.

“This is hopeless. Now he wants to know if I’m going back to the office,” I say with a groan.

“No, loser!” Paige holds her hand up in an L on her forehead.

Magnus: Jordan left with my dad that night. I haven’t seen him since. His mom