eyes widen. “You stole her card?” I whisper as I look around guiltily.
“How else are you going to get to see the stupid fuck?” she murmurs.
I smile at her perfect choice of words. “Thanks.” I go to the bathroom and stare at my reflection in the mirror.
I look like shit. I drop my shoulders and inhale deeply as I steel myself. Let’s do this.
I take the elevator to the top floor, with my heart hammering hard in my chest. I have no idea what’s going to be awaiting me, but bring it the fuck on, because I’m getting angry now.
How dare he not even let me explain?
The elevator opens, and Sammia’s face drops as she sees me. “Emily,” she stammers as she stands. “Mr. Miles isn’t here.”
I storm past her and down the hall and open his door in a rush . . . and there he sits behind his desk, his cold, calm persona firmly in place.
Elliot is sitting with him, and his eyes snap up. “How did you get up here?”
My eyes find Jameson’s across the room, and I can see the hurt from here. “Can you give us a moment, please?” I ask.
“No,” Elliot snaps. “Leave now.”
My anger bubbles. “With all due respect, this is none of your business,” I snap.
Elliot narrows his eyes and stands. “How dare you—this is entirely my business!”
“Oh, I dare all right,” I fire back.
Jameson clenches his jaw, and Tristan comes into the office. His step falters when he sees me. “Emily.” He frowns as he looks between the three of us.
“Tristan, I need a moment with Jameson, please,” I ask him hopefully.
“Of course.” He forces a weak smile. “Out, Elliot.”
Elliot glares at me.
“Now,” Tristan repeats.
Elliot and Tristan leave the office, and we are left alone. Jameson stands and goes to the window, turning his back to me.
Oh God, how do I fix this? “Jay,” I whisper as I walk toward him. “Baby, I didn’t do this . . . you have to believe me. I know how this looks.”
He remains silent.
“He kissed me, and I slapped him, and I had no idea that someone took a photo,” I stammer.
Silence. I see his jaw clench from the side as he stares out over New York.
“Are you at least going to talk to me?” I cry. “Why did you block my access to this floor?”
He turns, angered. “Because I don’t trust you.”
I step back, shocked. “What?”
“You heard me. I don’t trust you. Get out.”
My face falls. “Jameson, I know you’re under a lot of pressure.”
“This has nothing to do with the fucking pressure I’m under!” he screams.
I wither. “You can trust me, I promise you.”
“Where did you tell me you were on Monday night, Emily?” he sneers.
I stare at him through tears. “I was trying to find out information.”
“By lying to me?”
I nod. “I know it sounds like . . .”
“Like I can’t trust you.” He turns his back and lifts his chin skyward in defiance. “I have more to worry about at the moment than dealing with a deceitful girlfriend.”
“Jameson,” I whisper.
“We have nothing to further talk about, Emily . . . get out,” he says calmly.
“No,” I plead. “I’m not leaving. I love you.”
He turns, and his cold eyes hold mine. “Did you practice that speech?”
My heart drops . . . oh, he’s so hurt.
“Jay . . .”
“If you won’t leave . . . I will.” He strides toward the door, and it closes quietly behind him.
I close my eyes in the silence and inhale through my shaking chest.
Did he just end us?
This can’t be happening.
It’s six o’clock, and I’m sitting at the café across the street from Miles Media. I’m watching the media circus gather as they wait for Jameson to leave the building.
This embezzlement scandal is news . . . big news, and while the rest of the world is hanging on to the story, I’ve been on the edge of tears all day.
I don’t know what to do or how to reach him. He’s put his defenses up, and with everything else going on for him at the moment, I don’t know how hard I can push without him completely losing it.
I don’t want to stress him out further, but he needs me more than ever at the moment. I put my head into my hands. Why the hell did I go and meet Jake?
What the fuck was I thinking? How was that ever a good idea?
I go over that night in my head, and I can hear