The next day at work I'm feeling like nothing can bring down the high that I'm on. I just finished selling a 2017 dodge dart, and I also just happened to get laid last night by the sexiest woman on the earth, so, yeah. My day is going pretty good.
There's swarms of paperwork that I have to finish filing away from the sale so I quickly strum my thumb through the pages to get them all organized. I almost don't realize that my phone keeps buzzing repeatedly.
When I pull out my phone to check it my body immediately freezes. Ramsey. Fuck.
"Hey." I say bitterly when I answer.
"Hey..." She trails off. I can tell that she's sad, but it doesn't really bother me. The way she acted towards Reina a couple days ago was so unacceptable. "Look, I just want to say that I'm sorry for what I said to her... and to you. I was just angry and shouldn't have freaked out."
"You're right." I agree.
"I'm just hurt Justin, okay? You left me like I didn't mean shit to you. Do you know how that made me feel? I just want to sit down and talk to you. I need answers. I at least deserve that."
"What more do you need me to say to you?" I ask. "I feel bad about how things went down, but I think I made everything pretty clear. There's nothing else I can say to you to make this any better. I'm sorry."
I hear sniffling through the speaker, causing me to let out another sigh. If Reina knew that I was on the phone with this girl right now she'd kill me. I have to get off the phone.
"I think I'm going to go." I say quietly. "I'm sorry again Ramsey, but I just can't help you."
I hang up the phone despite the twinge of guilt that I feel and begin to focus more on the paperwork. I can't sit here and dwell on what happened. I can't let myself feel guilty for breaking that girls heart. I should feel guilty, but I'm way too selfish about finally being back with Reina. There's no way that the guilt could overpower my happiness.
"Hey, sexy."
Darting my eyes up from my desk, Reina is leaning against the door to my office, her eyebrow raised as she looks at me. She's wearing this knee-length blush pink dress that's wrapped tightly around her body along with a pair of brown wedges. I want to take her over this desk right now.
"Damn." I smirk, leaning back into my office chair. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Well, I've been meaning to see where you work, but Casey and Scott also may have invited us to come over for a game night tonight with everyone. Their house is on this side of town, so I just figured I'd drop by here and we can head over there together."
"Oh really now?" I arch my eyebrow up at her even more. "I guess we could make that happen."
She heads over to my chair and sits down onto my lap. I'm trying to ignore the fact that my office is made of all glass, so everyone outside can see in here. I honestly don't care though at this point.
"I've been thinking about you all day." She giggles, placing her lips against mine. Her straightened hair falls over my chest, my hands running down to the middle of her back. I'm so in love with her.
I fight the urge to give her exactly what she wants, and after a couple of minutes of talking I gather my things together to leave for the day.
"You look really good in a suit in case I forgot to mention that." She grins, her eyes scanning over the navy blue fabric. "I mean really good."
Ever since we've gotten back together we haven't been able to stay away from each other. Some would take that as a bad thing, but I certainly don't. I want her at all times. There isn't a second of the day that I don't feel blessed to have her back in my arms. Not a second.
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