The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200: A TRIP TO THE BOWLING ALLEY

Abigail

It was five p.m. on the dot, but the office was so quiet, I thought maybe some apocalypse shit had gone down and swept everyone away.

Most employees had already left, but Finnegan’s office light was still on. He hadn’t smiled once since his mother stormed out earlier, and I’d tried all my usual jokes.

It had been a while since I’d seen him brood, and while he looked gorgeous as always, a happier Finnegan was always a hundred times hotter.

I finished reading the last email, grabbed my bag, and pushed open the door to his office.

I poked my head through, my hair tumbling over my face.

"Ready to go home?" I asked softly.

He grunted, barely glancing up from his screen. "Yeah."

That was all I got. A single tired grunt. Dammit, Gina. I’d already made so much progress on this man, and look what you did.

I may or may not have eavesdropped on the conversation. Was I too curious? Two angry Wolfes in one room, I was sure the building was going to explode.

I caught something about someone named Devin, though. Who was that? Finn’s father? We rarely spoke about his family, and I didn’t want to be nosy.

I watched him push away from his desk, grab his phone as he shut down the system, and walk over to me. We strolled to the elevator in silence. I tried again in the car park.

"Rough day, huh?" I said, keeping my tone light. "Your mother really knows how to ruin the mood."

He gave another grunt. "Something like that."

I could see the guilt etched on his face, though. He was hurt. He could try to hide it all he wanted, but it couldn’t have been easy for Finnegan to confront his mother like that.

Heck, I remembered the first time I met his mother — I was so shocked to see how the powerful, commanding Wolfe became a yes-man to someone who belittled him.

The confrontation with Gina had to have cut deeper than he wanted to admit.

James was already waiting by the car, holding the door open. I shook my head at him.

"James, you can head home. I’ll drive Finnegan tonight."

James raised an eyebrow but nodded respectfully and stepped away. Finnegan frowned, narrowing his eyes at me suspiciously.

"What are you up to?"

I tilted my head toward my car with a small smile. "Get in, Mr. Wolfe. Trust me."

He hesitated for a second, then grudgingly slid into the passenger seat of my car.

"Aww, you make an adorable passenger princess," I teased as I climbed behind the wheel.

"Don’t push it, Abigail," he grumbled, but a ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. "I haven’t sat in the passenger seat since I was maybe sixteen? I can feel my masculinity take a bloody hit."

"Damn, such a nepo baby," I chuckled, fired up the engine, and pulled out of the parking lot.

We drove in relative silence for twenty minutes until I swung into a brightly lit bowling alley. Neon lights flashed above the entrance, and the sound of pins crashing and laughter spilled out into the parking lot.

Finnegan stared at the building. "A bowling alley?"

"Yep," I said cheerfully, killing the engine. "Let me guess — you’ve never been in one?"

His eyes narrowed into slits, and his mouth parted to argue, but I bolted out of the car.

With a tired sigh, he followed me inside.

The place was lively with families, groups of friends, the clatter of pins, and the smell of popcorn and beer. I paid for a lane and rented shoes, ignoring his protests.

"Let’s bet?" I asked as we laced up.

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