Avery

~18~

~Adam~

This fucking sucks.

I sit in my 17th meeting this week, staring blankly at another whiteboard of pointless statistics and lord knows what.

Baring in mind it's only Thursday.

Glancing down at my phone again, I scan over the 3 words.

No new notifications.

It's fine Adam, you barely know the girl, she just makes the best coffee in town.

That's the only thing that matters about her.

But.

Her eyes. The way their greens and blues merge into one when she looks at me.

The way she smiles at me.

And the way those same lips taste.

"Adam."

My eyes dart to the man standing in a pristine suit across from me, his arms folded just as neatly in his lap, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as his eyes bore into me.

"This is important if you want to continue developing in this field."

I give a kurt, unbothered nod and shift my body to face the man at the front.

But how can I ever focus knowing those eyes are looking at anyone else that isn't me?

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"Hold the door!"

I look up and notice the same man from earlier running towards the elevator.

My hands scramble for the close doors button to avoid any unnecessary conversation, but his arm comes between the door before I have the chance.

"Thank you." He says between breaths, holding folders and papers as if they are treasure to his chest.

"So..." he rocks on his heels. "What has the famous Adam Peirson so distracted in a meeting, hm? Family issues? Marital problems?"

I ignore his clear probing and watch the numbers tick above the door.

His eyes dart to my hands.

Obviously no ring.

"Oh my god. It's a girl, isn't it?" he chuckles and my jaw ticks.

I don't even remember this guy's name and he's this intrusive, god forbid what he's like with his friends.

"Don't tell me the guy whose supposedly going to take over this business is hung up on some whore."

The word ticks something right in the back of my mind that I didn't even know was there and I think of Avery.

"Oh. I see. It's that girl someone from your old office saw you with." His face is smug and I would give anything to wipe it right off him.

"What? You think people don't talk, Peirson? Everyone knows about this whore you spend your time with rather than working like the rest of us."

My breathing hitches for less than a second and before I know it, I have him pinned by the throat to the wall behind him.

"Don't ever question my life or who I involve in it or I'll make sure you don't step foot in this building again." I say through my teeth and he glares into my eyes.

"Clear?"

He lets out a small grunt followed by as much of a nod as he can muster under my grip and I release him.