Page 60 of Hate You Up Close

Yeah, it’s probably best that I don’t find out who she was out with. Especially if they work at AceFinancial.

I have a feeling it would end very badly for themandme.

As I’m walking back to my office from the meeting, I hear two words that have my spine going rigid, immediately stopping me in my tracks.

“Foxy Roxy.”

My cheeks heat with anger as the words reply on a loop in my mind.

Foxy Roxy. Foxy Roxy. Foxy Roxy.

I will kill you. I will kill you. I will fucking kill you.

I see a group of men in cheap suits huddled together by the elevator. The men are going on and on about a woman they’re referring to as “Foxy Roxy”. Without asking, I know exactly who they are talking about.

They all look to be in their early twenties, probably fresh out of college. I’d put money on it that I’m on a first-name basis with each of their managers.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

I ball my fists at my sides, inhaling a deep breath in an attempt to calm the ringing in my ears. I quietly sneak up behind them, hiding around the corner while trying to listen in on their conversation.

“She’s so fucking hot.”

“Dude, I swear I thought she was a model the first time I saw her.”

“Did you see what she’s wearing today? Her ass looks insane in that skirt. And those tits…”

“Zach is one lucky bastard.”

“I don’t know how he hasn’t fucked her already. She’s gotta be the hottest lay of his life.”

“Hell, if I was him, I would have her in my office right now. Fuck her so hard that the executive floor would hear herscreaming.”

They all laugh like the smug bastards that they are. They won’t think a damn thing is funny when I’m done with them.

I bite the inside of my cheek, tasting copper as my blood pressure skyrockets.

I. See. Fucking. Red.

Nothing but blood red.

If I listen to this shit any longer, I might actually kill someone.

I step out into the hallway, my body shaking with anger as my eyes practically bug out of my head. Without thinking, I reach for the nearest guy and fist my hand into the back of his suit jacket.

He gasps, his eyes flying open with shock as he swivels his head around to find me inches away from his pathetic fucking face.

You know how I always brag about being in control? Yeah, well, my control has gone out the fucking window.

I’m two seconds away from beating all of their scrawny asses and losing my career over a girl with inky-black hair and emerald pools for eyes.

The other two men stumble backward, desperate to put distance between us. Their faces turn white as ghosts as their eyes bounce between me and the guy who I have in a death grip.

“Who thefuckare you assholes talking about?” I ask through gritted teeth.

Fucking pussies.

All of a sudden, the three of them have forgotten how to speak.