Flesh: Part Fourteen (The Flesh Series Book 14) Read Online Free PDF

down and send him a text message. “Hey, I just wanted
to apologize for last night. I feel so horrible about some of the
things I said. I do care about you greatly, and I was just upset.
Please forgive me.”
    After sending it, I
cringe at how mushy and desperate it sounded. Whether I'd like to
admit it or not, my heart doesn't want to let him go. I'm in love
with one of the worst men that I could possibly be in love with, and
I feel like I can't do a damned thing about it.
    “ Trouble
in paradise again?” Derrick asks as he brings his lunch to my
desk to eat with me.
    “ When
is there not?” I sigh.
    “ I
don't think Reddick is going to finish the contract.” He
unwraps his sandwich, sounding strangely solemn.
    I know he's thinking
about the loss of the bonus. I should probably be thinking about it
too, but the only thing that matters right now is soothing my aching
heart. Money takes a backseat to that.
    “ I
don't think he is either,” I admit.
    “ Still
not answering your emails?”
    “ Nope.”
I pull my peanut butter and jelly sandwich from my lunch bag, then
sadly smirk at the thought that I wouldn't be eating it had I signed
Lucian's contract. Too many carbs, too much fat, too much sugar. For
some reason, that makes the first bite all the more satisfying.
    “ Did
you at least talk to him about the contract?” Derrick peers at
me over his sandwich.
    Just talking about
this stuff makes me feel emotionally exhausted, but it's far better
than discussing what happened between Lucian and I last night. “I
did speak to him about it.”
    “ And?”
    “ He
seemed disinterested.” Just like he seemed disinterested in me
when the taxi came to pick me up. My appetite suddenly disappears,
and I feel myself slipping back into a deep depression.
    “ Oh
well. I suppose...I don't know what I suppose.” Derrick puts
his sandwich down to open a small bag of chips.
    “ I
don't know either. I don't know anything anymore.”
    “ Hey,
are you alright?” He bends slightly to catch my gaze.
    “ No.”
My eyes begin to water.
    “ That
bad, huh?” He gives me a sympathetic look, and I simply nod in
reply. “Want to talk about it?”
    “ No.”
I shake my head. “I just want this day to be over so that I can
fix things.”

    ***

    By the time I get
off from work, Lucian has responded to my text message. It simply
says, “Apology accepted.”
    Somehow, that still
feels so cold to me. Maybe I'm just over-analyzing things, but I can
almost sense the dismissiveness in his words. Has he really forgiven
me?
    I rush home, throw
my purse on the bar, grab my cell phone, and head to my room, dialing
his number while I walk. To be honest, I don't really expect him to
answer, but to my surprise, he does.
    “ What
is it, Amy?” he sounds annoyed, which makes me cower.
    “ I
just wanted to talk to you.” I carefully lower myself down onto
my bed before kicking off my heels.
    “ So
talk.”
    “ Do
you have time? You're not busy, are you?” I bite my bottom lip,
now feeling guilty for calling him, like I'm bothering him.
    “ I'm
on my way home from work.”
    A car horn honks in
the background as if to acknowledge that he's telling the truth.
    “ Are
you in the limo?”
    “ No.
I drive myself to work most of the time.”
    “ It's
not safe for you to drive and be on the phone at the same time,”
I mumble.
    “ Hands-free.”
    “ Oh.
Well...” I pause, filling the line with silence. Even though
I'm the one who called him, I'm waiting for him to say something. He
doesn't though, ever distant. “I really am sorry about last
night. I think I overreacted a little.”
    “ A
little,” he huffs.
    “ I
said I'm sorry, okay.” I knit my eyebrows and draw my hand up
to my face, feeling the frustration building.
    “ You're
sorry and yet you called to yell at me some more. Nice,” he
hisses.
    “ That's
not it. I called because I miss the sound of your voice. I called
because I miss you.” Emotions spill out of my mouth like