Chapter Twenty-Four
Max
“So, I think that is everything for this week, guys,” I told the team at our Friday morning meeting. The meeting we have every Friday to go over the work from the week before. It’s tedious, but necessary, and usually has nothing to do with me.
But, since Tommy has decided to fuck off back to his house in the country, it’s now my job.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly fortunate to be in the position I’m in, and it’s all because of him.
It’s just that I’m not used to this socialising bullshit and would much rather be galivanting all over the place like I used to.
It’s like I have a bad case of itchy feet.
It’s funny how I never feel this when my little Sugarplum is around.
Fuck, I miss her.
“Max?” Lana calls from the door. “Is it still okay if I head home early today?”
“But Lana, how will I ever survive without you?” I whine, only half joking. I can’t do shit without her.
“You will have to find a way. Because the spa is calling my name.” She smiles brightly. Her wife booked it as a birthday surprise for her, even popping in to see me to arrange the time off in advance.
“Enjoy every minute of it. You deserve it.” I laugh at her dramatics. I have also called ahead to upgrade their room as an extra treat for them both.
“Are you doing anything nice this weekend?” She asks, knowing very well that I haven’t had time to do anything recently.
“I’m actually planning to do a trip to London for a few nights. If I survive the day without you, that is.” I wink.
“Behave! You will be fine, and I’m only a phone call away.” She rolls her eyes, but I see the smile she’s hiding as she leaves the office.
Once the large meeting room is cleared, I lounge back in my chair and take out my phone to do some ‘personal admin’. Meaning I’m stalking Lucy on Instagram.
I still can’t believe I haven’t heard from her. Maybe I should send a text now and let her know of my travel plans. No, I’ll keep it as a surprise. I just hope it’s one she will like.
That is, until I see a post she has been tagged in.
It’s a picture of Lucy, looking absolutely irresistible as always. The thing that’s not irresistible is the Thor lookalike sat next to her. He looks like a fucking warrior, and I may be able to hold my own, but even I’m not crazy enough to think I could go up against a man like him and win.
Who the fuck is Riley?
And why the fuck is he all over my girl?
Pure unfiltered rage burns through my whole body.
My fingers tremble as I attempt to zoom in more on the photo and not press the ‘like’ button.
He has his arm casually draped across her shoulders like it’s a normal thing for them to do.
But the worst part… is the way they’re looking at each other.
As if they’re each other’s world, caught mid laugh. What the hell is so funny?
Does she look at me like this?
Is he the reason she ran off to London at a moment's notice?
My head is still pounding from the ungodly amount of alcohol I consumed last night, thanks to Jenson owning his own nightclub. It’s all fun and games when the drinks are flowing until the next day.
How the hell am I meant to survive the rest of the day? I don’t even have Lana here to pick up the slack like she always does. God, that woman definitely needs a pay rise.
I stalk all of her social media some more, only to get myself more worked up when there are more pictures of them.
Sara is also in some of the pictures. But that’s not the point.
He’s not all over Sara like he is with Lucy.
Is this all my fault for neglecting her recently?
I have had so much on I didn’t even think much of it, hoping she’d understand as she was just as busy, if not more so.
Especially with all the running around she’s been doing for Tommy.
I don’t know what to think.
The one thing I do know for definite…
I’m going to London sooner than planned.