Page 135 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
I rehashed my argument with Trent over and over again in my head and the outcome was always the same. I regretted walking out. He had been civil and I’d acted like a child. I figured that was what bothered me the most. I could be irrational when provoked. It was a trait I wasn’t proud of. And I’d gotten in trouble for it plenty of times.
Hell, I’d lost my job because of it.
I blinked back a tear that threatened. I couldn’t lose Trent and Troy because I overreacted. I needed to go to Trent, to beg his forgiveness, to offer my submission. I could be the submissive he needed. I knew I could. And once that was cleared up—if he would allow me back in his life—I could tell them both how much I cared for them, how I wanted to be in their lives.
Sure, it would take time and plenty of effort on my part, but I knew I was capable of admitting I was wrong.
My phone chimed and I picked it up from the side table. It was a text from Troy.
Just checking in. I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I’ve been thinking about you. I know Master would like to see you. We both would. Believe or not, he’s taking this hard.
I stared at the screen until it went dark. My throat felt clogged from the emotion threatening to choke me. Troy had texted me every day. Sometimes more than once. I had yet to respond with anything other than thanks when appropriate. I had wanted time to think, knowing I would cave if I engaged him in conversation.
I sighed and glanced down at Tank.
“I should go to them, right?” I whispered.
Tank lifted his head, then licked my hand.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
This was the opening I’d been waiting for. This was my opportunity to make things right. Was I going to be stubborn and refuse? To let my hurt feelings rule my life?
I glanced over at the kitchen door and watched Zeke in profile. The man looked content to sit at the kitchen table and talk shop with my mother, but I knew he had to be getting restless. I certainly was.
I smiled to myself as I tapped my screen to bring my phone to life. I pulled up Xander’s contact information and hit the button to make the call.
“Hey, kiddo,” he greeted. “Everything all right?”
“Yeah. I need a favor.”
“Hit me.”
*
Two hours later, Zeke and I were seated on Xander’s private jet, staring at one another when the captain came over the intercom to inform us we were free to move around if we needed to. Tank was sleeping soundly in his crate, which Zeke had strapped securely down to ensure he wasn’t thrown about in the event of turbulence.
The guy really loved his dog.
“I’m sorry you had to spend an entire week entertaining my mother,” I told him.
“Trust me, girl, I don’t mind.”
“Really?” I was having a hard time believing that. While I loved my mother, she could wear on my last nerve. Not that she had. Now that I thought about it, she had been extremely polite, never pushy or intrusive.
What was up with that? Had I been brooding enough that she kept her distance?
“Yes, really. Your mother’s cool.” Zeke smiled and again, that softness was there. “So, why the impromptu trip to Chicago?”
My eyes darted to the window. “I have some business to take care of.”
This time Zeke was the one to chuckle. It was a rusty sound that made me grin.
“All work and no play makes for a dull time, girl.”
“Who said it was work business?” I teased.
“That’s what I thought. And it’s about damn time you admitted it.”
I wanted to argue, but I knew better. I could tell myself all day long that this wasn’t personal between me and Trent, but it would all be lies. I was sick of them, to be honest.
“Own up to your mistakes, girl. It’s the only way to set your world to rights.”
Zeke liked to tell it like it was. He didn’t mince words and he didn’t gloss things over. For that I was grateful. I was a pathetic mess and the last thing I wanted was for someone to tell me everything was fine.
It wasn’t fine. I had royally fucked up and now I had to make it right.
It was time I owned up to what I wanted.
It was time I stopped making excuses.
It was time I fought for what was mine.
Trent
“HEY, TRENT?”
I looked up from the conference table I’d commandeered as my temporary desk during the few days I’d been working here in the Chatter offices. Ransom Bishop stood there, watching me intently.
“Yeah?”
“I just got a call from Zeke. Apparently his plane just landed and he’s on his way here.”
