JANE – FIRST PERSON POV
Something was definitely going on.
I knew it the moment I stepped into his office. Nick didn’t look cheerful at all. Oh, he tried to act like everything was fine, plastering that fake, awkward smile on his face like he wasn’t dying inside. i***t. I could read him like a damn book. He always thought he was slick. Cute.
Then, as if to really piss me off, he handed me a flower bouquet.
What the hell is this? Flowers? Are you stupid, Nick? You own five hotels, wear designer suits, drive a Benz and a Lamborghini, and you’re giving me flowers? Why not a diamond necklace? Or a Birkin bag? Or hell — even a pair of red-bottoms? Is it my birthday? Am I dying? Are you proposing? No? Then what the actual hell do you want me to do with these leaves and petals?
For a brief,
