Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
He can take it up the ass if he thinks I am going to put up with one more minute of his shit. I’m done. This relationship is taking more energy than it’s worth and I intend to rectify that situation right here right now. You’ve fucked with the wrong girl, Mr. Stanton. I smile at Max and turn and walk back into the building. My work here is done. Joshua is yelling at him over my non-reaction. He wanted me to see the Google alert. Does he really think I’m that stupid?
As I walk through the office I say to the receptionist, “Can you let Henry know I am going home sick?”
She frowns. “Is everything OK?”
“Yes, I just feel a migraine coming on and I need to leave. I will let him know about my plans for tomorrow.” I walk back into my office and bring up the pictures again and click on their website and google their phone number.
“Hi, this is Megan Jones from Joshua Stanton’s office. I need to make a payment for some work that was posted yesterday.”
“Oh, OK, I will put you through to accounts,” the bored voice replies.
“Hello, accounts. This is Tanya.” Boy, she’s chirpy, an exact opposite to the receptionist.
“Hello, this is Megan Jones from Joshua Stanton’s office. You posted some photos for us yesterday and I need to pay the account.”
“OK, hang on a sec, I will just check.” I can hear her keyboard buttons being tapped double-time and my heart is in my throat. If my suspicions are correct, I already know what she is going to tell me. At least I hope I know what she is going to tell me; please let me be right.
“No, that’s all fine. The account was paid for yesterday in full.”
I smile…. Gotcha. “That’s unusual, can you please tell me what method was used to pay?”
“Yeah, sure,” she replies. Once again, I hear her keyboard buttons. “That was paid on a credit card yesterday at 10:50 a.m.” I shake my head as my anger flies into uncharted territory, 10:50 a.m. He has thought long and hard about this. I’m going to fucking kill him with my bare hands.
“What was the name on the credit card, Tanya?” I ask innocently.
“Joshua Stanton,” she replies.
“Thank you, Tanya, you have been very helpful.”
The thing about being so angry that you can’t see straight is that you become unpredictable and embarrassing. I storm through the foyer of Joshua’s office and straight to his door. One of the dumb and dumber receptionists speaks.
“Excuse me, you can’t go in there.”
“Fuck off,” I snap. “Try and stop me.” She frowns at the other secretary and I see her push the security alarm button under her desk. This is going well already. I push through the doors and head straight to Adrian’s office. No one is in there. I then push through to Joshua’s office and my eyes narrow as I lay eyes on Adrian sitting at the desk and Joshua standing looking out the window with his hands in his pockets, his back to me. I storm in and Adrian jumps up, obviously shocked at my arrival.
“Natasha,” he gasps.
“Get the fuck out, Adrian, before you witness a murder,” I scream. OK, donkey on the edge here. I’m getting embarrassing but I am way beyond caring. Joshua turns, deadpan, as if he has been expecting my visit.
“Adrian, don’t go anywhere. It is Natasha who’s leaving.”
That’s it. I explode and walk over and slap his face as hard as I can. The crack echoes around the room and Adrian’s face is full of fear—for me. I don’t think he witnesses furious women every day. I know Joshua is going to lose it at my anger, but he can bring it the fuck on. He was looking for a fight and guess what, he found it. Who in the hell does this conceited prick think he is? I go to slap him again when I get no reaction and he grabs my hand midair.
“If you hit me again, expect a return,” he growls. I step back and the bile rises in my throat. I have never been so angry, angry at him, angry at myself for letting him get to me so badly.
“Do you think I’m stupid?” I scream.
He runs his tongue along his front top teeth under his lip as he puts his hands back into his pockets. “Natasha, I’m sorry it had to end like this but the whole relationship thing is…boring for me and it was time to end it.” His ice-cold stare bores into me. “Sorry, if I hurt you; it was unintentional.” I shake my head as I hear Adrian’s audible gasp at what Josh has just said.
“You dumbass, who do you think you are talking to?” I scream. He turns his back to me again and I know it’s to hide his face from me. “You can cut the act, Joshua. Don’t try and fuck with me; I’m a psychologist, remember. I know how your brain works better than you do.”