My finger hits the send button.
I feel ice in my veins the second I do it.
Oh my God. What did I just do? Why did I text him?
I stare at my phone, at the message I just sent.
Me: I finally closed the deal with Leonardo. Congrats to me and f**k you for almost ruining it the first time.
My heart is punching against my ribs. The noisy, happy party around me suddenly feels like it's happening on the other side of a thick wall.
Three grey dots appear immediately.
My breath gets stuck in my throat. He’s typing. Of course he’s typing. That fuckface never sleeps.
My phone vibrates.
Adam: You closed the deal? That's my girl!
A weird mix of pride and longing flares inside me.
He doesn’t get to call me that. But a tiny, secret part of me just loves it.
The dots appear again before I can
