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the other hand…I was… Shit! I can’t even begin processing what the hell I’m feeling,” I groan, throwing my hands up before slumping forward banging my head on Jeremiah’s desk on a muffled moan.
                  “Oh God Jeremiah, what the hell have I gotten myself into.”
                  “Gabby darling,” Jeremiah coos, lightly pulling my ponytail and thus putting a halt to my table head banging.
                  “Intense as it was, you should be flattered. On one hand, you have Mr. New, Tall, Dark & Fuckable, and FYI Sunshine, that man is smoking hot, flirt shamelessly with you while Mr. Old Tall Dark & Fuckable swooped in, marking his territory like a savage defensive lion on heat. Something tells me the delectable Mr. Aidan Stone is not finished with you Miss Gabriella Stevens.”
                  “Oh Aidan wasn’t there marking his territory Jeremiah. I don’t know his reasons for being there this morning but I do know it’s not about me.”
                  “I wouldn’t be too sure about that if I was you Sunshine. It was very clear to me and everyone else in that meeting this morning that the extraordinarily hunky Mr. Stone was not very happy about another Hunky specimen playing with his personal chew toy.”
                  Spearing Jeremiah with a hostile glare, I hiss out, “I am no man’s t oy Jeremiah!”
                  “Of course you’re not Sunshine,” he quickly placates, raising his palms up in a calming gesture, however the foreboding feeling rising in my stomach tells me Jeremiah may have hit a little too close to the truth for my comfort.

    Chapter Four
     
                  After the shittiest of mornings I throw myself into work not even stopping for a lunch break. Having sourced caterers, booked and coordinated severing staff for several functions including the hotel opening gala and liaised with the printers regarding the invitations, I’ve been semi successfully in shoving all thoughts of Aidan and this mornings disastrous meeting to the back recesses of my mind for a few productive hours.
                  It’s amazing how my anger towards Aidan has blunted all the other emotions I’ve been experiencing for the past six days. I’ve decided that anger is good. Anger is my new best friend in helping me cope with this breakup. And anger appears to be effective; at least for the time being until next time Aidan and I come face to face. Then I’m sure that huge painful knot in the pit of stomach will once again overshadow everything else.
                  My stomach chooses that precise moment to rumble in protest for missing lunch. Glancing at the time on my computer, I note that it’s four forty-five in the afternoon - well that would explain the voracious hunger pains.
                  As I begin to tidy my desk, ignoring my stomach’s continued protest, in preparation to head home for the day my office phone rings.
                  “Good Afternoon, Stone Corporation, Events Department, Gabby Stevens speaking,” I greet, in a perky professional tone that’s so far from how I’m really feeling in that moment. What’s that saying…fake it to you make it!
                  “A Good Afternoon it is, Gabby,” purrs Caleb, in his sexy southern drawl on the other end of the phone.
                  “And I only hope my evening continues to get significantly better,” he adds.
                  “Caleb,” I reply in greeting, rolling my eyes.
                  The guy is an outrageous flirt but I have to give it to him, he not only has the gorgeous looks to pull it off, Caleb oozes charm and confidence that any woman even an eighty-nine year old Nun would find hard to resist.
                  My earlier annoyance towards both Aidan and Caleb and the secret ‘frenemy’ club