Y/n POV
"Okay, bye, baby. See you in two days... and yeah, don't forget to call me," Mr Annoying said before leaving.
I simply nodded, watching him walk out the door.
"Hush! What was that?" I muttered, shaking off my thoughts.
I headed to my cabin and buried myself in work. Hours passed, and in all that time, I neither saw nor heard from Kayden. He didn't call me—not even once.
"Is he mad at me?" I whispered to myself, a strange unease settling in.
I had some files that needed to be handed over to him, so I grabbed them and walked toward his office. Knocking softly, I waited, but there was no response. Hesitantly, I pushed the door open, only to find the room empty.
With a sigh, I turned to leave. That's when I spotted Mark standing in the elevator. I quickly signaled him to stop, and he smiled, holding the doors open with his hand. I stepped inside.
Mark raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the elevator wall. "Where are you running off to?"
I let out a small breath, adjusting the files in my hands. "Ah… I was actually looking for Sir. I need to hand over these files to him."
Mark tilted his head, a knowing smirk on his lips. "Oh? But I think he already went home."
I blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Oh… really?"
He nodded, his smirk softening into a casual smile. "Yeah. You can give them to him tomorrow, or better yet, just inform him over the phone. No need to stress over it."
I let out a sigh and nodded. "Good idea. I'll just call him later."
The elevator doors opened, and we stepped out into the lobby. The air was quieter now, the usual office buzz fading as employees wrapped up their work for the day. Just as we started walking toward the exit, I spotted Mr. Ben approaching us.
He glanced at us with a warm but firm expression. "You can head home, kids," he said, adjusting his glasses. "Mr. Scott left early, and he mentioned that you're free to leave as well."
I hesitated for a second, gripping the files in my hands. "Are you sure? I still have—"
Mr. Ben waved a hand dismissively. "No need to overwork yourself. It's been a long day. Go home, get some rest."
Mark clapped a hand on my shoulder playfully. "See? Even Mr. Ben agrees. Time to call it a day."
I let out a small laugh, finally allowing myself to relax. "Alright, alright. I guess I'll head home then."
As we walked toward the exit, I couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment. Kayden hadn't called or even bothered to check in. Was he really mad at me?
I sighed, pushing the thought aside. Maybe I was just overthinking.
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I walked to my cabin and gathered my things before heading to Kayden's office. Placing the files neatly on his desk, I glanced around for a moment, wondering if he was nearby. When I didn't see him, I quietly left and made my way outside.
The evening air was crisp as I hailed a taxi, sliding into the backseat with a sigh. As the driver pulled away from the office building, I pulled out my phone, debating whether to text him. After a moment of hesitation, I typed out a message.
"Kayden, there are some files you need to check, so I left them on your table."
I hit send and watched the screen, waiting for a response. A few minutes passed, but there was nothing—no reply, no read receipt. Letting out a small sigh, I leaned back against the seat, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling settling in my chest.
By the time I reached home, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the streets. As I stepped inside, I noticed Emma and Max had already packed up some of our things.
"Hey, guys!" I said, walking in.
Emma grinned. "Ooh, you're finally here! Let's go!"
Max ran up to me, pulling me into a hug. "Sister, I missed you!"
I hugged him back. "I missed you too, brother."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's just go."
Max nodded. "We should hurry."
I hesitated. "I should change—"
"Don't worry, Y/N," Emma interrupted. "We're going like this. I already packed some clothes for us."
Max urged, "Come on, we need to go fast."
I sighed but followed them to the car.
After two or three hours, we finally reached our destination. A cold wind blew as I stepped out.
"Aah, it's freezing here," I muttered, quickly settling into the back seat for warmth.
Max chuckled. "Y/N, that's because we're at the beach."
Emma leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Baby, it's going to be fun."
I laughed. "And what am I supposed to do between you lovebirds?"
Max smirked. "Don't worry, the walls are soundproof, so—"
Emma playfully punched his shoulder. "Shut up!"
We arrived at a beautiful house, perfect for couples. The design was stunning—four bedrooms, a kitchen, and a cozy living room.
"Wow, this is amazing, brother," I said, admiring the place.
Max grinned. "Well, after the wedding, we're moving in here."
They kissed again.
"Ugh, gross. Go to your room!" I teased.
They both laughed.
Max patted my shoulder. "Go freshen up, Y/N. We'll be waiting for you on the beach."
I nodded, grabbed my bag, and headed to one of the rooms. It was nice and comfortable. I picked out something to wear and took a bath.
After getting dressed, I checked my phone, hoping to see a text or call from Kayden. Instead, a message popped up.
???: Can't wait to see you tonight, baby.
My heart dropped. It was that stupid thief.
I gulped, trying to stay strong. "I need to stay strong," I told myself before heading off to find Emma and Max.
They were on the beach—Max setting the table while Emma served the food.
"Hey, you did a great job," I said with a smile.
Max looked up and gestured to me. "Come on, you must be hungry."
We sat down and ate together, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. But after some time, the sound of a car approaching caught our attention. A man stepped out, supporting another man who was clearly drunk.
Max groaned. "Ah, not again..." He stood up as the man handed the drunk guy over to him.
Then, I finally saw his face.
"Lucas?" I gasped.
Emma quickly grabbed my hand. "He's drunk," she whispered.
The man who brought him left, and we approached Lucas.
"Ah—Y-Y/N, I-I—" he stammered between hiccups.
Max sighed. "Don't worry about him," he muttered.
Lucas lifted his eyes to me, his expression hazy. "Ah, Y/N... ah—I—I lo-loved yo-you b—"
Before he could finish, he passed out.
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