Chapter 6
Victoria
TWELVE HOURS EARLIER.
Ding.
My phone buzzes. I glance down at the screen as the notification pops up, bright against the harsh morning light streaming through the office windows.
Garrett
Vicky, please just talk to me. I don’t know what happened. It just did, but I swear it was a one time thing. Please.. answer the phone.
“Oh, fuck right off, Garrett.” I mutter.
That stupid asshole had the audacity to cheat on me. With a guy. A guy he works out with every damn day. Who I thought was just a friend.
Funny, isn’t it? I spent all this time worrying he’d fuck some random girl, and here I am.. replaced by another hot male personal trainer.
Yeah, that’ll mess with your self-esteem. It’s bad enough someone cheats on you, but with the opposite sex? That’s a punch in the gut. A slap to the face. My sex must’ve been so bad that he had to find it in a different gender.
He claimed he was straight. Straight my ass.
How are you with someone for two years and have no idea who they actually are? I mean, come on. This is ridiculous.
“Victoria.”
I glance up at my office doorway. Thomas, one of my co-workers, is leaning casually against it.
“Yes?” I respond.
“Are you planning on putting in for that assistant manager position?”
I let out a light chuckle. “Well.. it does pay more.”
He laughs.
“But hell no. I’d rather not have to suck up to Carson for eight hours a day.
Working directly with him would be a nightmare.
At least here, in my office, I can just send an email or sit through a small meeting every once in a while.
But being his assistant? That’d mean constant one-on-one time. No, thank you.”
He shakes his head lightly. “You’re missing out.”
And with that, he walks away.
Yeah.. he’s right.
I would be missing out.
Missing out on a sexual harassment lawsuit against Carson.
Everyone in this damn building knows Carson’s reputation. He’s a whore who tries to fuck every woman he can get his hands on.
There’s no way I’m getting hired to be under him, only to end up actually under him, and then get fired for some bullshit reason.
I glance back at my desktop, clicking through numbers and recalculating budget changes, when another ding buzzes against the table. My phone lights up with a new text.
Unknown Number
Victoria.
I frown, checking the number. I don’t recognize it and I probably shouldn’t even reply; but I do anyway.
Who is this?
A few seconds later, another text pops in.
Unknown Number
You wound me.
I roll my eyes. I know damn well Garrett didn’t download WhatsApp or some other stupid fucking app.
Leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you.
I toss the phone back onto the desk and let out an irritated groan. Then it buzzes again.
Unknown Number
But I want to talk to YOU.
I snatch it up, typing fast.
Garrett, fuck off. Seriously.
Before I can even throw it back onto the desk, it buzzes again.
Unknown Number
Who said this was Garrett?
What. The. Shit.