"You're going to make a mistake, Mr. Sullivan." I deliberately used his last name, knowing how easily it annoyed him.
I should have held back, but I couldn't resist teasing him.
His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened, my words clearly hitting a ner...
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"Sometimes, you find yourself blamed for issues you didn't cause."
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I had no idea what got into me. One moment, I was in the middle of a promotional event, surrounded by the star cast and the flashing lights of the media. I should have stayed. I needed to stay.
But no!
I chose to run.
I chose to give the media yet another reason to splash my name across headlines.
And it was all because of Nathaniel Sullivan.
That man!
The second I heard his hoarse voice, his sniffling, my heart did something unhealthy-skipped a beat, maybe two. Fear gripped me, tight and suffocating. What if something had happened to him?
This was all contractual-nothing more. Nathaniel had always taken advantage of my helplessness, teasing me every chance he got. And now, here I was, giving him yet another reason to torment me.
I rushed to the reception desk, quickly asking for his room number. The receptionist barely hesitated before giving me the answer.
605.
I hurried into the elevator and jabbed the button for the 6th floor, my fingers trembling. The ride felt agonizingly slow, the elevator humming softly while my mind raced. When the doors finally slid open, my heartbeat quickened, and I sprinted down the hall toward his room.
Room 605.
I pressed the doorbell, barely able to wait the few seconds it took for the door to open.
And then there he was-Nathaniel.
The moment I saw him, standing there in front of me, my heart eased. He was fine. He had to be fine.
"Missed me, Bella?" Nathaniel greeted me with that infuriating smirk of his, the one that always made me want to punch him.
I brushed past him, stepping into the room without waiting for an invitation. "What happened to you? Are you okay You...you were sounding stressed on call." I demanded, my eyes scanning him quickly.
