“Coming!” I shouted, but my sore throat only let out a hoarse whisper.
The knocking grew more frantic, making me anxious as I wobbled toward the door.
As I reached the living room, I bumped a cup off the table, shattering it on the floor.
Looking at the glass and water everywhere only added to my irritation.
At that moment, the knocking suddenly stopped, replaced by an intense thumping, like the person outside wanted to break in.
Frustrated, I ran my fingers through my hair and stormed to the door, flinging it open.
A dark figure lunged at me – my landlord and boss, Julian Ward, the man I had a crush on.
Too bad he already had someone he considered ‘the one that got away.’
Just when I thought he might have feelings for me, I learned that his dream girl was returning home, and he grew cold towards me.
What a jerk, leading me on while still being hung up on someone else!
If it weren’t for the times he shielded me from alcohol during company dinners, waited for me to finish late shifts, and took me to his friend’s restaurant while flirting, I might not have gotten my hopes up.
It felt like my sincerity was wasted…