In Love: Against All Odds

Jealousy Looks Good on Him

Red – Taylor Swift ❤️‍🔥
"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street."

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The next day, something was off.

I knew it the second I walked into Arymeline's office. The usual morning rush was the same—coffee cups in hand, fabric swatches scattered across desks, designers debating over patterns—but Adri.

Adri was acting... weird.

She was at her desk, sketching as usual, but when I called her name, she flinched.

Like, actual flinching.

I frowned. "Adri?"

She turned, her expression carefully neutral. "Yeah?"

My eyes narrowed. "Are you okay?"

"Of course," she said way too quickly, then immediately turned back to her sketchpad.

Weird.

Before I could question her further, Flynn strolled in.

Now, Flynn always flirts. It's like breathing to him—effortless and constant. But today? Today felt different.

He leaned against my desk, arms crossed, that classic Flynn smirk™  firmly in place.

"Morning, gorgeous."

I blinked. "Uh. Morning?"

Flynn shot a glance toward Patrick, who was seated across the room, then turned back to me, his smirk widening.

"So, I was thinking," Flynn continued smoothly, "you and I should grab lunch today. Just us. You know, escape from all this... corporate stress."

I squinted at him. "Escape from corporate stress? Flynn, this is literally a fashion house, not a law firm."

"Exactly," he said, eyes twinkling. "Which means we should be having way more fun, don't you think?"

Okay, what was going on?

Flynn had flirted with me before, sure. But usually, it was lighthearted, teasing, playful. This? This was like... a full-on mission.

And then—I felt it.

The unmistakable heat of Patrick's glare.

Oh.

Oh.

I turned slightly, just enough to see Patrick burning with jealousy from across the room.

Jaw clenched. Hands in fists. Eyes practically shooting flames.

He looked like he was two seconds away from committing murder.

I bit my lip to stop from laughing.

"Flynn," I said, voice laced with amusement, "what are you doing?"

He tilted his head innocently. "Flirting with my favorite coworker. Why? You don't like it?"

Before I could respond, Patrick stood up so fast his chair scraped against the floor.

The entire office went silent.

I swear, even Theo paused mid-sentence at another desk.

Patrick stalked toward us, his eyes locked onto Flynn with the kind of intensity that screamed I will throw you out the window if you take this any further.