Would Hayden regret this?I had no idea. But the way he walked away so decisively felt like someone was squeezing my heart, tighter with every minute. The pain twisted inside me all night, leaving me wide awake, tossing and turning.I hadn’t even felt this broken when I ended things with Jace.By the time the sun finally dragged itself over the horizon, I dragged myself out of bed, got ready, and headed to the office. At least there, I'd see Hayden. If I had such a miserable night, I was dying to know how he handled it.To hide my exhaustion, I applied a layer of makeup before stepping into work.As fate would have it, I ran straight into Ron in the lobby. Spotting me, he waved with his usual over-the-top enthusiasm. "Ms. Kay! Good morning!"Ron, my ridiculously energetic superior, always greets me like we're long-lost family—just short of throwing his arms around me in a teary reunion."Good morning, Mr. Shane," I nodded politely."Where's your plus-one? Didn't come in with yo
Ron never called out mistakes directly. He had this way of giving low-key, feel-good reminders that made you want to do better without feeling weird about it.That's why he was our superior. He'd joke around all day, barely looking like he was working, but somehow, everyone else was always hustling to keep up.I played along, smiling. "If I slowed down, I'd feel guilty, letting you down."He chuckled. "But I never put any pressure on you. Besides, work's endless. No need to rush."Ron's the first boss I've met who doesn't want you to stress yourself out. Kinda rare.Since he was being nice, I couldn't exactly turn him down without coming off rude, so I smiled and said, "Alright, I'll keep that in mind.""You've lost a lot of weight lately. Are you sure you're okay?" He didn't even glance at the stack of documents I'd handed him, like he was more interested in a random chat.We weren't close or anything, but ever since we met, he acted like we were old pals. Still, I kept things
Hmph! He didn't want me anymore, but he was still playing these games.Clearly, he still had feelings for me. Maybe Lena was right—I needed to play my cards right."Mr. Shane, I've got plans tonight, but let's do dinner tomorrow," I offered, keeping it casual.Ron's face lit up. "Great! Sounds perfect. Hayden, you in for tomorrow?""I'm busy," Hayden replied, ice-cold, shutting it down.Ron looked like he might argue, but I jumped in. "Mr. Shane, I'm taking you somewhere tomorrow that you've never been.""Really?" Ron raised a brow. "Someplace I haven't been? Has Hayden?"He never missed a chance to rope Hayden in. I knew why—Ron was terrified of crossing him, knowing Hayden was the true heir to the Hart family empire.Just then, the elevator arrived, and Hayden strode out without a glance at Ron.Ron glanced between us, looking like he wanted to say something, but switched gears quickly. "Ms. Kay, I might not survive until tomorrow at this rate," he joked, hurrying after Hayd
Even though Hayden had recorded Steve's last match for me, it just wasn't the same as being there."I'll save you the best seat," Steve said with a grin."You've got this!" I threw him a quick fist pump through the screen.He nodded. "Take care of yourself too.""Mhm, I'm about to eat something and crash," I mumbled, feeling exhaustion creeping in.I hadn't slept well last night, but somehow pushed through today. Now? I was ready to pass out. As soon as the call ended, I tossed my phone aside and stared at the dark kitchen.It would've been nice if Hayden were here to cook, but nope—he was keeping his distance, playing that proud game. Wonder how long that'll last.That thought lingered as I finally drifted off, completely wiped after almost twenty-four hours awake. When I opened my eyes again, sunlight streamed through the windows.Even after all that sleep, I felt groggy. I turned over, burying my face in the pillow, but the moment I moved, pain shot through my whole body. "O
"Ms. Kay, you're here! I thought you weren't coming," Ron said, striding in with a bag just as I was checking if breakfast had somehow disappeared into thin air."Ta-da! Breakfast!" he announced.At that moment, it clicked.Breakfast had arrived all right—just not the one Wayne sent.I gave Ron a look, waiting. He didn't usually bring me breakfast without some kind of reason.Sure enough, as he set the food down, he said, "I got called in at five this morning, and I was starving, so I, uh, ate the breakfast on your desk. This one's a replacement."Oh, please. Like I was buying that.But I was too tired to start anything. "You didn't have to replace it. I already ate."Total lie. I hadn't eaten at all; I'd barely had an appetite the past few days. And when I did eat, I just felt queasy."Come on, I can't let you skip breakfast. Unless... you're saying my choice isn't good enough?" Ron asked, giving me a smirk. "This is custom-made, just for you."I cracked a smile. "Custom-mad
Honestly, I did want to eat what Ron brought. But if I gave in, Hayden would think his little peace offering worked, that he'd secretly made it up to me.I couldn't let him have that satisfaction. I'd make sure he stayed worried, unable to swoop in and fix things for me.Luckily, I had some snacks stashed in my cabinet. Just as I was reaching for one, the office phone rang.I grabbed a snack with one hand, the phone with the other."...What? How bad? I'll be there right away."By the time I hung up, the snack was forgotten, and I was already on my feet, ready to go.One of my subordinates had called—he was struggling to negotiate a project, and it had escalated fast. Not only was the other side giving him trouble, but things had gotten physical.This was serious.When someone on my team gets bullied, it's like they're picking a fight with me. I grabbed my keys and headed over."Ms. Kay, I swear, I didn't go into their women's locker room. They're setting me up," my injured sub
"Ow! Seriously, it hurts!" The guy on the ground was whining, his hand still trapped under Wayne's foot.Wayne, totally calm, pressed down harder, his gaze fixed right on me. "You okay?"I shrugged, glancing at the shattered remains of my phone. "I'm fine. But my phone? Total goner."Wayne glanced down at the mess."Mr. Johnston... Mr. Johnston..." Sandor, who'd been lurking nearby, practically tripped over himself running over. He half-reached toward Wayne, but stopped, clearly not daring to actually touch him."Dad, help me!" The guy on the floor groaned, grabbing at Sandor with his free hand.One word—"Dad"—explained everything. No wonder this jerk acted untouchable; his dad clearly had his back."Mr. Johnston, please, could you just go easy on my son?" Sandor begged, practically wringing his hands.Wayne didn't even look at him. The guy on the floor let out another yell, and Sandor was practically spinning in panic. "Mr. Johnston! Please!"Wayne, unfazed, just turned to hi
"Yeah, no thanks—wouldn't work with you even if you paid me," I shot back.By the time Wayne strolled out, I was already leaning against my car, waiting. He'd saved me from that trainwreck of a meeting, and I wasn't about to bail without a proper thanks."Waiting to say thank you?" Wayne smirked, all smug.I grinned. "If you hadn't stepped in, I'd probably be in the hospital right now.""Doubt it," he replied with a lazy grin. "That kick you threw? Brutal. Even if his intestines aren't in a pretzel, he's feeling it."I laughed, remembering my infamous "Flying Legs" days back in school when I had a reputation for taking down jerks with a single kick."Guess your skills haven't dulled," Wayne said, amused.I wasn't in the mood for a trip down memory lane, though, so I switched it up. "Didn't expect you to be working with this company too.""Jace actually set it up awhile back. I'm just here for a site check," Wayne said, shrugging.I just chuckled, letting the conversation drift