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I flinch at her words, it isn’t just me at stake in this decision. It doesn’t change my mind though. It’s Leo I believe in more than myself. “Because even if Leo wants me, he won’t have me. Leo made it very clear he doesn’t fuck employees, ever. He’s not about to go back on that, especially for me. I have no doubt he’s been far more enticed in the past, and he’s never broken his rule. He sure as hell isn’t going to break it for me. I keep wearing the ring, and he’ll stay away from me.”

Closing her eyes, she shakes her head and leaves.

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That night, Natalie doesn’t come over and doesn’t respond to my texts. She’s mad. I understand, it doesn’t change my mind. I’m not backing down. In my wildest dreams, I never thought Leo would want me. Even as I marvel at the knowledge, sadness runs through me to know I can’t have him. Because I believe Natalie, if he did break down and we...my body goes wet at the thought, once it was over Leo would demand a pound of flesh for my sins, and he wouldn’t stop until he had it.

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Friday

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Leo

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Today is the day, I have to get rid of Alexa. I ignore the way my skin tightens all over as my mind flicks through the ways to make it happen. It has to happen, and it has to happen today. She is becoming an obsession. I had no idea how much I was talking about Alexa until Dmitri clapped me on the back and said he couldn’t wait to meet my Alexa.

Except she isn’t my Alexa, she belongs to someone else, she is married to another fucking man. Fuck her for not remembering that and making me be the one who had to. When the doors to the elevator open my eyes are drawn to her without my fucking permission. She is wearing an ice-blue blouse, thick, shiny silk in the bodice, the sleeves a sheer, lighter blue.

She is speaking into the microphone of the earbud she has in her ear. I draw on the anger thrashing within me. “Are you taking a personal fucking call?”

She blinks, she clenches her jaw as she pulls the earbud out. “No, I was dictating the report you wanted for the conference today.” Dictating? “It’s how I’m able to get the reports written so fast. I don’t have to type, I just dictate and when I’m done I clean it up and edit.”

“That’s cheating.” That’s how she was able to get the reports done so quickly.