CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
All it takes is just one tap on the screen and yet all I did was let my finger hover hesitantly over the i********: icon. I wasn’t one for social media bullshit and yet here I was, in the middle of night and in my home office, trying to fight all my instincts. Why the heck was I trying to stalk my now officially ex-fling? Was it because he hadn’t texted or called me since we left things at a bitter note the other day? Was he finally done with me? Was he-
The ringing of my phone took me by surprise. I glanced at it, Flex’s name flashing on the screen. There was a reason he was not just my right-hand man, and head of bodyguards but also the only person I allowed to cross the friendship line while working for me.
“Everything alright at the club?”
“I wouldn’t say alright.
