THRUST(28)

I lean my head back and let out a forced breath. It’s going to take a lot of strength to not jump over this desk and kick the shit out of him. “No,” I growl out. “That’s where you’re wrong. You let a woman get in the way of our friendship. You broke the code, bro. She wasn’t just a random hook up. She was the girl I was going to fucking marry. I don’t give a shit what she wants now, and I definitely don’t give a shit about what you want. You both should have thought about the fucking future when you were both fucking me in the ass. That’s all I can do now, and my future sure as fuck doesn’t involve the two of you.”

I stand up straight and flex my jaw as he stares at me. “You know what? Get. The. Fuck. Out. The two of you deserve misery together, and when you get home tell Jessica to fuck herself and forget about me. I’ve already forgotten about her.”

Bryant’s nostrils flare as he just stands there, looking straight ahead. I’ve held this anger in for far too fucking long. Seeing the look in his eyes tells me that he’s definitely feeling my hatred and betrayal. Good.

He nods his head a few times before shaking it and turning to face the door. “Take it easy, old friend.”

As soon as the door closes I grab my desk and flip it over, before grabbing the chair he was just sitting in and breaking it against the wall. My blood is pumping so damn fast that I’m seeing red. I don’t need this shit right now. I don’t need to think, or feel.

“Fuck you!” I kick my desk. “That fucking asshole.”

My door opens, and without looking up I scream. “Get the fuck out!”

Whoever it was decides not to question my outburst. The door quickly closes and I’m left standing here, coming undone.

Leaving my office a mess, I grab my jacket and lock the door behind me. I look straight ahead, jaw tense as I walk for the door. I feel eyes on me, but right now I don’t care. I just need to get away from all this bullshit. I need fucking freedom.

Rushing outside, I quickly straddle my Harley and head home so I can change out of these damn sweats.



I’M ON THE ELEVATOR, STARING at the numbers like an idiot. My finger is hovering over the button labeled with a six, and I want to press it so fucking bad right now that I’m about to say fuck everything. It’s a little after six and Calla is supposed to be at my door in an hour. I know I won’t be home by then and there’s no way I’m blowing her off.

“Shit.” I push the number six and wait for the elevator door to open again. Without overthinking it, I walk down the hall and stop in front of door number 629 before I can change my mind. I might be stupid for doing this, but at the moment I just don’t give a fuck.

I knock and grip the doorframe, waiting for Calla to answer. I know she’s here because I saw her white Jeep downstairs. I parked my bike right next to it.

A few seconds later I hear her friend yelling for her to get the door, and then the door opens to Calla curiously looking me up and down. She’s standing there with the cutest surprised expression I have ever seen. She pulls her pouty bottom lip into her mouth before releasing it.

“Kyan . . .” Her curious eyes meet mine and I instantly see a change in her expression. “Is everything alright?”

She looks a little worried as she waits for my response. The truth is . . . I really don’t know how to answer that without lying.

“No.” I swallow hard and look down at her while gripping the doorframe tighter. “I need some air. Come with me?”

She glances over her shoulder at her roommate and some guy that are sitting on the couch arguing over some movie, before turning back to face me. “Yeah . . . ok, sure.” She reaches for her jacket, pulls it off the coatrack, and slips into it. “I’ll be back later, Tori. I’m going with Kyan.”

“I want all the details . . .”

Calla quickly slams the door behind her before giving me an awkward smile. “She’s on drugs. Don’t mind her.” She clears her throat and walks past me. “I could really use some air as well. Those two have been driving me crazy for the last two hours.”

I place my hand on the small of her back and guide her toward the elevator. Just the feel of her back is enough to make me want to put my hands in other places.

She smiles up at me as the elevator opens for us. “Where are we going?”

I wait until after Calla steps into the elevator, before stepping in myself and hitting the 1st floor. “Just somewhere I like to go when I need to breathe and forget about everything.”

I offer her no more information as we make our way out of the elevator and into the cool, night air.