My everything (James POV)

Watching Rosalind go this morning had Onyx just about shredding me from the inside out. It took every ounce of strength I had to hold him back, and mentally; I’m exhausted.

My office is stuffy, despite turning down the air conditioning and opening the blinds for a sunny view of the city. Normally, it would calm me, but today, until she’s standing in front of me. A tangible, living, breathing body…. My mind won’t rest.

The phone on my desk rings.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Despite sitting less than a foot from it, the sound feels as if it is far away.

It stops for a brief moment before the ringing begins once more.

Ring. Ring.

My body moved faster than I could process my thoughts. The crunching of plastic beneath my fingertips was the only warning before everything on my desk was angrily swiped away. Thrown across my office. Papers fluttered to the ground. Glass shattered as it tumbled from my bar cart.

By the end of my anger-induced tirade, the office looked as if it had been ransacked.

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