Suit up Mr. Riley

Andrew

To say that I was shocked would be a understatement.

I wasn't expecting her to erupt, but she did.

How could Clarissa quit on me.

Me.

Andrew José Riley.

I watched as she walked out of my office, quickly making her way to her desk.

It was all literally a blur that I almost didn't catch.

I always found a way to get under that beautiful chocolate skin. Whether it good or bad.

This time I was way to bad.

"Christian please talk to Clarissa." I called over the phone.

"I can't help you."

"Do it!"

"Whatever."

I watched as Clarissa grabbed her stuff, and was starting to leave. Christian stopped her and was talking to her.

She shook her head a couple of times in their conversation, and left through the elevator's.

My heart broken into a billion pieces. When I called her in about the files, I planned on spending time with her.

I pushed her away and she left.

I'm a freaking idiot.