Do not cross the line

Chapter 26

Everyone was sitting around the table in the conference room on the next day at 9.59am.

Expect you.

Everyone came earlier to see did you manage to do what Sam asked you to do.

Chloe and Harry knew you manage to do it, others didn't know you that well to know it.

Sam stared at the clock on the wall, and when it hit 10am, the door opened, everyone's head snapped toward it when you walked inside.

You walked around the table while your heels clopped against the floor, and you sat down between Harry and Chloe.

Everyone stared at you, as you sat down, putting your bag down the floor and throwing your hair over your shoulder.

"So, you did what I asked?" - Sam asked from you, little bit cockiness in his tone.

You leaned down to take the folder from your bag and threw it to table in front of Sam.

"Next time give me something more challenging." - you said more cockily back, Sam taking the folder and opening it.

Chloe and Harry changed gazes past you, as you sat there your head up, you were totally different than what you were the day before in the meeting.

You were now really confident. Your chin was up, there was a wicked smile on your lips and your eyes were sparkling.

Sam's eyes widened when he saw what you managed to create.

It was absolutely stunning.

He turned the paper to show it to the rest of the team, and they all gasped when they saw it.

"Nice work miss Y/L/N." - Sam said.

"Thank you, Mr. Drake." - you watched as Sam put the paper back in the folder. "Any other tasks you have for me?"

Sam looked at you, seeing how you looked at him with a gaze he had never seen on your beautiful face.

He regretted what he did with the waitress. He wasn't thinking clearly when he asked her to come to his office to fuck her while you were still in the office. He didn't want to hurt you, but yet he did.

Or did he?

The way how you looked at him right now, didn't show any feelings. Your eyes were totally neutral. There was no sign of hurt, no sign of anger.

"No, that was all." - he answered with a low voice.

You got up from your seat, surprising everyone.

"In that case, excuse me. I have a meeting with Mr. Sullivan. Elena told me he wants to see me."

Whispers started to fly in the room, nobody hasn't had any meetings with Victor Sullivan, the big boss of the media section, expect Sam.

Sam's eyes widened when he heard your words. Why Victor wanted to see you?

"And because the hours I've been doing extra, Elena gave me the permission to have the rest of the day off." - you said while taking your bag from the floor, throwing it on your shoulder and starting to head towards the door.

Everyone watched how you disappeared from the door, closing it after you, your clopping heels being heard from the hall when you walked further.

Slowly everyone turned their heads toward Sam, who stared the door with admired eyes. You really were the most amazing woman he had ever met. And he had ruined it all.

He cleared his throat, taking the papers to his hands.

"Let's continue the meeting, shall we?"

When the day was over, Sam and Harry went to the bar to drink a couple of beers and play some pool.

Even Sam was hurt that you had chosen Harry, he still was his best friend. He knew they needed to talk about it like man to man, he needed to accept that he lost the game.

Sam was leaning above the pool table, Harry sipping his beer as he sensed something was bothering his best friend. That there was something he wanted to talk about.

So he waited for Sam to finish his hit, looking how one of the balls dropped to the pouch before he opened his mouth.

"So what is it?"

Sam walked around the table close the rock.

"What do you mean?" - he leaned again over the table, focusing on the hit.

He watched how the rock hit one of the balls, as it went through the table.

"There is clearly something you want to talk about, so just spurt it out." - Harry said, walking around the table, placing his glass down on the edge of the table.

Sam walked around the table to his own beer, taking the glass to his hand and looking at the table when he tried to gather his thoughts.

"You won Flynn." - Sam finally opened his mouth.

"We haven't finished the game yet." - Harry chuckled, taking a long gulp of his beer.

"No... I mean..." - Sam gathered his courage to say it. - "You won her."

Harry looked at him his brows furrowed, which made Sam irritated.

Why he acted like he didn't know who he was referring?

"Y/N." - he said, gulping his beer, feeling how his chest filled with pain again. After his glass was empty, he placed it down to the edge of the pool table, wiping his mouth to the back of his hand.

"She chose you. You won."

"What the hell are you talking about?" - Harry asked, making Sam take a short breath before he snapped;

"We both fucked her and he chose you!"

The few people in the bar turned to look at both tall men standing around the table before they focused again on what they were doing.

The two tall, brown-haired man stared each other, before Sam sighed long, brushing his hand through his brown hair and lowed his head.

"We never fucked mate." - Harry said after a long silence, making Sam snap his head toward him with disbelief.

"What?"

"Who said we were?"