Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

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The flight was longer than necessary. Probably because I had nothing else to do but sit with my eyes buried in my system, going over data upon data, files upon files, while surrounded by a bunch of boring men who couldn’t even crack a decent joke amongst themselves.

Not that I wanted jokes. I wanted silence. Complete, total, uninterrupted silence that had absolutely nothing living inside it.

What the fuck is funny? I lifted my head slowly, irritation already coiling tight in my chest. And why was Tim laughing like someone had just told the greatest joke in human history, and he had just discovered humor for the first time in his life?

“Keep it down!” I snapped at them.

I left my private cabin because it suddenly felt too tight and suffocating, with unwelcoming images clouding my head so much so that it felt like I was being haunted.

And out here, it still didn’t feel better.

Every noise quieted down immediately.

Good.

I didn’t need the noise. I didn’t need anything from anyone on this flight except to be left alone with my work, which was the one thing in my life that had never once let me down or failed to show up when I needed it to.

Unlike certain people.

I slammed the thought shut immediately.

I also shut my system, stood up, and walked back to my private wing.

I heard footsteps behind me, and I didn’t need to turn to see who it was.

Logan.

“What, Logan?” I bit out, downing the contents of the glass in my hand in one go.

“Just checking on my friend.” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He looked at the glass in my hand, at the bottle on the table beside me, at whatever my face was doing that I wasn’t monitoring carefully enough. “How many of those have you had?”

“Not enough.” I downed what was left and poured another.

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“Oceans.”

“Say what you came to say.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Is this about her not being on this flight?”

I paused and looked over my shoulder, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Your PA.” He paused. “Is this about her not being on this flight?”

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I didn’t answer immediately. I reached for the bottle instead, poured another drink, watching the amber liquid settle in the glass like it required more attention than the question he’d just asked,

“Why the fuck do you think her presence or absence should matter to?” I turned to face him, “Is she my wife? My dead mother? Or what?” I dumped the glass on the table, “she’s just a whore I fuck.”

“And yet, look at you. Loosing your shit for this same ‘whore‘ like she just walked off with something you can’t replace.” He said, and those words didn’t sit right coming from his mouth.

I almost dared him to call her a whore again. But who was I kidding? Didn’t I just call her

one?

“I’m not losing my shit over a woman who spent the whole night letting her cheat of a boyfriend fuck her until she was too tired to make a professional trip!”

My words sounded harder than how I actually felt on the inside. Believe me, I didn’t feel as bad as I sounded. I didn’t.

Logan scoffed and took a seat.

“What’s funny?” I asked with little patience left in me.

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you have fallen in love. But no. I know my friend that

much.”

“You don’t love,” he continued, lifting his fingers in the air in mock quotation. “You obligate. You acquire. You close.” His gaze sharpened slightly. “That’s how you function.”

My jaw tightened, but I let him talk.

“But whatever this is…” He gestured vaguely toward me. “This isn’t that. This is messy. It’s reactive. It’s emotional. And it’s beginning to look very unhealthy.” He tilted his head slightly, “And it doesn’t look good on you.”

“Logan…” I warned.

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I’m not judging you. I’m not here to argue.” He kept his voice even. “I’m here to remind you who you are, because you seem to have genuinely forgotten.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Oceans Stark always knows when to stop. Always. It’s the one thing you’ve never

gotten wrong.”

He held my gaze. “This woman made you a second option. She had a flight to make and chose not to make it. She’s in your head so deep you can’t get through a four–hour file review, and I’d bet everything I own that you haven’t once crossed her mind since she woke up this morning.” He paused and let that breathe.

“You sign her paycheck,” he went on. “You decide her schedule. Her access. Her place in your company.” His eyes held mine. “And somehow, she’s the one with the advantage here.”

Something in my chest shifted again, but I crushed it.

“What does that tell you?” He paused, “It tells you that you’re at a disadvantage. And you’ve never once in your life been comfortable at a disadvantage.”

“Logan, fucking stop,” I warned in such a low tone that someone might think it was just a casual warning. But my blood was simmering.

The bastard didn’t give a fuck. He went on.

“She’s getting into your head, and I can bet my next pay cheque that you haven’t even scratched the surface of hers.”

I said nothing.

Because the words were landing in places I didn’t have adequate defenses for right now, which was its own kind of damning information.

“You’ve always obsessed over her. I understand. And now, you finally took her to bed. Perfect. Now it’s time to let her go.”

I didn’t say a word. I watched Logan speak like his words were offending me. And they truly were. But I let them sit.

“And what happens to a subordinate who fails an official assignment?” he asked, almost like an afterthought.

I didn’t reply. I just kept staring him in the eyes.

He held my gaze for a moment and smirked.

“I know you’ll do the right thing,” he said, pushing himself to his feet.

He stepped closer, tapped my shoulder once, and walked out the door.

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And once again, I was left standing with my thoughts, which were now ten times louder than before after Logan’s visit.

Fuck.

I felt like breaking something. But instead, I grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled until I felt the sting deep in my skull.

My phone pinged, and for a stupid second, despite Logan’s speech, I half–expected it to be Kisarel. Even though I had made sure she wouldn’t be able to call me throughout my trip, a part of me pictured her using someone else’s phone to try reaching out to me.

Some efforts, maybe. And some apologies to accompany her efforts.

I grabbed the phone from the bed and swiped it open immediately, and my expectations. dropped the second I saw the name.

Reeves.

It was an email with content that left my head spinning.

“Mr. Gerald Watts is dead.”

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