Unjustly Destroyed (Incapable Part Two) by Marie Skye

place.” I looked around Tea Lites and noted the small changes that weren’t there before I left. Gwen rolled her eyes.
    “No you don’t. You work for a billionaire. And you’re dating him. This is small bananas.”
    “Oh, come on. This place has its perks.” I held up my teacup that said ‘Crazy Bitch’ on it, and held up my pinky finger. Her eyes widened.
    “You stole the cup I wanted!” We both started giggling. Gwen cleared her throat.
    “Does she want to sit with us?” I turned and looked at the direction she was pointing.
    “No, Heather is supposed to be invisible. At least, that’s what Grayson tells me.” I sighed, adding more creamer to my tea. Gwen nodded.
    “That had to be scary for you. I can’t even imagine. How’s Grayson handling it?”
    I finished stirring my tea. “How are things with you and Caleb? Did that ever become a thing?” She grimaced.
    “Not really. We had a few dates, but they were more awkward than anything else. He finally said it would be best to remain friends, and I agreed. He quit a few weeks ago.”
    I sputtered on my tea. “He quit?”
    Gwen nodded. “Yeah. He bartends on the weekends at some nightclub and works at a law firm.”
    “Wow. Good for him.”
    Gwen shrugged. “Besides, I don’t think he ever really got over you. You were, as they say ‘the one that got away’.” She held up air quotes.
    “Well, I disagree. We weren’t ever anything, so it doesn’t even matter. Besides, we’re going to find you someone wonderful. Anyone would be crazy not to see how amazing you are, Gwen.” She gave me a small smile.
    “I should get back to work. It was really good to see you, Emmalin. I’ve missed you.” I watched her head to the back room, and I sat a little bit longer.
    I wasn’t sure what time exactly Grayson was going to be home. Things with him were so strained right now, and I knew it was because of me. I sighed, laying a tip down on the table and gathering my things. Heather met me at the door.
    “Any other stops, Ms. Ross?”
    “I think I would like to stay at my apartment tonight, Heather. It’s closer.” Heather narrowed her eyes at me.
    “Are you sure, Ms. Ross?”
    No
    “Yes.”
    She nodded. “Of course.”
     
    I was just nodding off when my phone dinged. I sat up, a little confused at my surroundings, before realizing I was back at my apartment. I reached over and grabbed my phone off the nightstand. I had a missed call and several text messages from Grayson.
    Grayson: Why aren’t you here?
    Grayson: Why didn’t you come home?
     
    Shit. I didn’t text him to let him know I was staying here.
    Me: I’m fine. I was tired and my apartment was closest.
    I watched the bubbles on the screen, showing he was typing something.
    Grayson: I didn’t like spending last night without you, and now you’re making me do it again? We can talk about the other night.
    Me: This isn’t about the other night. I deserved that. I’ll be home before you wake. I promise.
    I watched the bubbles again. I rubbed my eyes, and finally looked at the time and saw it was just past 10.
    Grayson: Why do I feel like you’re keeping something from me? What aren’t you telling me?
    I shut my eyes. I hated that even from afar he could see right through me. I replied with the only truth I could.
    Me: I love you
    A minute went by before my phone dinged.
    Grayson: Prove it. Come home
     
    I laid there for about twenty minutes. What am I doing? Pushing away the only man that's ever cared about me? I'm such a bitch. I got up and got dressed quickly. I didn't know if Heather was still outside, and I knew Grayson would kill me for being out late and taking a cab, but I didn't care. I had to get home. This wasn't my home anymore. I didn't need it. I needed him.
    I didn't want to wait for the elevator, and was heading for the stairwell when I heard it ding. I instinctively followed the sound of the ding, and out walked Grayson. He was still wearing his suit, and his hair was