Kiss the Saboteur — Chase at Calloway Group

I looked down at Chase, who was still silently suffering. Do you really like me? Do you actually want to be with me? Chase's head came up at once, earnest and aggrieved.

Could you show a little more consideration for your future sex life and stop assaulting the merchandise? I laughed despite myself. Fine.

I'm meeting Ethan tomorrow to discuss the breakup. You're coming with me. Ten minutes later, I sent Ethan a calm message. All right.

I'll come to your office tomorrow so we can discuss my severance package. First rule in the Heart Hunter playbook. If you wanted complete control over a man, you kept increasing his sunk cost. Ethan was polished, gentle, and never stingy.

During the months we had dated, he had lavished more time and money on me than I could count. He had once told me, Add Chase, a spectacular peacock of a man, and no boyfriend on earth could resist getting jealous. Ethan did not reply.

I was not worried. The next morning, I put on the white dress I had worn the day Ethan and I met. Clean, soft, and innocent. It made me look exactly as I had the first time he fell for me.

The moment I stepped into the lobby of Calloway Group's Midtown headquarters, I felt a scorching gaze land on me. Chase stood against the wall with one hand in his pocket. His black custom shirt was open at the throat,

an expensive blend of old money and bad intentions. When he saw me, he gave a low, appreciative whistle. You look incredible. Are you taking me on a date after you finish dumping him?

Executives and employees crossed the lobby around us. To my astonishment, every one of them greeted him with deference,