Chapter 19

It’s a changing room cum-office that I’ve never actually understood. He stores clothes, art, and random crap here, including the cream couches that used to grace the office floor.

He latches the door behind us and sits on one of the couches, leaving me heaving in the middle of the floor like a crazy person, struggling to calm my thudding heart rate.

“Jake, are you having some sort of mental breakdown?” I snap, looking around the room he has us trapped in while I steady my breath. I run my hands down my skirt, trying to unwrinkle my clothes now I’ve been unceremoniously released, and I regain my demeanor.

“It’s my father. I don’t want to see him,” he shrugs as though it’s all the explanation I need.

Several heated calls have occurred in the last few days since the Hunter merger became public. I quickly learned how strained the father-son relationship is, and it’s not the first time we have evaded Carrero Senior. Jake either eludes or antagonizes him in heated