The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 65

We had never been friends.

We were back to being the same Aaron and Lina we had always been, and that was something that would never

change.

Chapter Ten

When I entered InTech headquarters the following Monday, I was feeling like I had swallowed a ball of lead with my

coffee that morning. And with every step I took in my office’s direction, the sensation kept intensifying, as if the ball

were expanding and taking more and more room in my stomach.

I hadn’t been this … uneasy ever since that awful call a couple of weeks ago when I had heard that Daniel was

engaged. The one phone call where the lie had come to be.

But this was different, wasn’t it?

This heaviness in the bottom of my stomach had nothing to do with something I had blurted out in a moment of

desperation and stupidity.

Although maybe it did.

Because as much as acknowledging that the way I felt had anything to do with how Aaron and I had left things on

Saturday was the last thing I wanted to do, I had. And as much as I refused to waste a second of my time worrying

over it, I had.

Which was absolutely ridiculous because why would I want last Saturday—or him—to take any space in my head? I

had no reason to. Not consciously at least. We weren’t friends. We didn’t owe anything to each other. And whatever

he had said—or done, or looked like, or smelled like, or the way he had smiled or held me as we danced or even

whatever he had whispered in my damn ear—should have bounced right off me.

But apparently, my mind had other ideas.

“Being your friend has always been the last thing on my mind.”

Those had been his words. He couldn’t have said it any clearer.

Fine by me. I had never wanted to be his friend either. Except maybe for a couple of days when he had first started at

InTech.

But that ship had sailed long ago. I had blacklisted him for a reason, and that was where he should have stayed. In

my blacklist.

The only teeny-tiny problem was that I sort of needed him. And I … God. I’d deal with that later.

Shaking off all of Aaron’s drama and burying deep that kernel of uneasiness so it did not grow into something else, I

placed my bag on my chair, grabbed my planner, and made my way to the room where our monthly Breakfast &

Broadcast was held. Jeff, our boss and head of the Solutions Division of the company, and all five teams that he

coordinated attended. And no, we didn’t have breakfast and watch the news. Unfortunately. It was just a meeting that

took place once a month, where bad coffee and a really sad excuse for cookies were provided and where Jeff

updated our division on the latest news and announcements.

Being one of the first in the room, I took my usual place, opened my planner, and went through a few reminders I had

noted down for the week while the room filled out with people.

Feeling a soft brush of a hand on my arm and the light scent of peaches, I turned, already knowing who I’d find

smiling down at me.

“Hey, Jim’s or Greenie’s for lunch?” Rosie asked in a hushed voice.

“I’d sell my soul for a bagel from Jim’s, but I shouldn’t.” Today was definitely not a salad day; my mood would plummet

down even more, but the wedding was right around the corner. “So, Greenie’s.”

“Are you sure?” Rosie’s gaze slid to the cookies displayed on the narrow table placed at the entrance of the room.

“God, those look worse than usual.”

I chuckled, and before I could answer, my stomach grumbled. “Kinda regretting not having breakfast,” I murmured, Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

looking at my friend with a grimace.

“Lina.” Rosie frowned, her voice holding a warning edge. “That’s not you, sweetie. That diet you have been on, it’s just

stupid.”

“It’s not a diet.” I rolled my eyes, ignoring the voice in my head that was agreeing with my friend. “I’m just watching

what I eat.”

She cut me a look that told me she didn’t believe me. “We are going to Jim’s.”

?

?Trust me, after the weekend I had, I’d let you take me there, and I’d raid the place, but it’s gonna be a no.”

My friend searched my face, probably finding something in there because an eyebrow arched. “What did you do?”

I leaned back on my chair, a little huff leaving my lips. “I did not—” I stopped myself. I had done plenty. “I’ll tell you

later, okay?”

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