Destroyed Us for Your Bastard? Say Hi to Your Cellmate, Ex! - Chapter 95: Chapter 95
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Blake rushed back to the office and immediately started calling their business partners to apologize.
This deal had been everyone's focus for months.
Riley had been the one to negotiate it when she was still with the company.
Blake had even flown out to their city personally to finalize the contract.
And Sophia had destroyed it all in one stupid move.
The client was livid. Blake had to slash their profit margins just to keep them from bailing entirely.
After the call, he pressed his fingers to his pounding head and automatically hit Team A's extension.
"Send Riley up."
Silence.
Neither Blake nor the person who answered knew what to say next.
The line stayed quiet. Blake's jaw tightened as he slammed the phone down.
He pulled out his cell and scrolled through his message thread with Riley.
Only then did he notice they hadn't texted in weeks.
Normally, no matter whose bed he'd crashed in, Riley sent good morning and goodnight messages like ritual.
Lunch reminders. Dinner waiting for him when he worked late, keeping everything warm.
But the messages had all stopped after the ski trip.
Blake stared at his phone and threw it across his desk.
This was exactly what he'd wanted—Riley stepping back, giving him space.
So why did it feel so wrong?
Blake grimaced and quickly typed out a message.
【I'll come back home for dinner tonight.】
He hit send and was about to check Riley's response when his office phone started ringing, demanding his full attention.
He completely missed the red exclamation mark next to his undelivered text.
By the time Blake finished cleaning up Sophia's mess, it was way past closing time.
He rubbed his empty stomach as his phone buzzed. Assuming it was Riley checking in, his lips curved into an unconscious smile.
"Riley, finally decided to spend money on a phone call?"
Otherwise, why would she go so long without calling him?
There was obvious confusion on the other end.
When no one responded, Blake frowned and checked the caller ID.
Sophia. Not Riley.
His smile died instantly, his tone turning ice-cold.
"What?"
Sophia's voice came through small and wounded.
"Blake, I know I screwed up. I got some special things together to properly apologize to you. Can you come over?" Her tone was suggestive, trailing off meaningfully.
Sophia had always been wild and experimental in bed.
That's what made her so irresistible to him.
But suddenly Blake felt zero interest.
Especially after the cluster fuck she'd caused today—he was still pissed at her.
He flicked ash from his cigarette, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"If you're that horny, go find a vibrator. Sophia, don't call me again."
He slammed the phone down, suddenly desperate to see Riley.
He remembered how Riley had been terrified of getting in trouble but still cut class with him anyway.
She had legs that could've made her a runway model, but she was so clumsy she'd fall off the school fence trying to climb over it.
If he hadn't been there to catch her, forget ditching class—they would've spent the day in the ER instead.
By seventeen, Riley was stunning enough to turn heads everywhere she went.
Guys from other classes would crowd around their classroom during breaks just to get a look at her.
When his buddies realized Blake wasn't interested in Riley romantically, they started using him as their messenger boy, asking him to pass along love letters.
Blake never told Riley about them.
Instead, he'd take all those letters home, sit on his balcony, read every single one, then burn them to ash.
He knew Riley was gorgeous—stunning, even. But no matter how beautiful or desirable she was, she belonged to Blake Harrison. She was his.
No way in hell was he letting other guys move in on his territory.
So the next day, he told her the long hair was "too much" and pushed her to chop it all off.
He could see the heartbreak in her eyes.
But every time he remembered the way those guys looked at her, it made him want to punch something.
Blake had been deliberate about it.
He told her that at their age, he preferred girls who weren't all about the typical "pretty princess with long hair" look.
Sure enough, when he saw Riley the next day, she'd transformed herself into a complete tomboy.
Thinking about it now, Blake felt a weird stab of guilt.
This deal had been everyone's focus for months.
Riley had been the one to negotiate it when she was still with the company.
Blake had even flown out to their city personally to finalize the contract.
And Sophia had destroyed it all in one stupid move.
The client was livid. Blake had to slash their profit margins just to keep them from bailing entirely.
After the call, he pressed his fingers to his pounding head and automatically hit Team A's extension.
"Send Riley up."
Silence.
Neither Blake nor the person who answered knew what to say next.
The line stayed quiet. Blake's jaw tightened as he slammed the phone down.
He pulled out his cell and scrolled through his message thread with Riley.
Only then did he notice they hadn't texted in weeks.
Normally, no matter whose bed he'd crashed in, Riley sent good morning and goodnight messages like ritual.
Lunch reminders. Dinner waiting for him when he worked late, keeping everything warm.
But the messages had all stopped after the ski trip.
Blake stared at his phone and threw it across his desk.
This was exactly what he'd wanted—Riley stepping back, giving him space.
So why did it feel so wrong?
Blake grimaced and quickly typed out a message.
【I'll come back home for dinner tonight.】
He hit send and was about to check Riley's response when his office phone started ringing, demanding his full attention.
He completely missed the red exclamation mark next to his undelivered text.
By the time Blake finished cleaning up Sophia's mess, it was way past closing time.
He rubbed his empty stomach as his phone buzzed. Assuming it was Riley checking in, his lips curved into an unconscious smile.
"Riley, finally decided to spend money on a phone call?"
Otherwise, why would she go so long without calling him?
There was obvious confusion on the other end.
When no one responded, Blake frowned and checked the caller ID.
Sophia. Not Riley.
His smile died instantly, his tone turning ice-cold.
"What?"
Sophia's voice came through small and wounded.
"Blake, I know I screwed up. I got some special things together to properly apologize to you. Can you come over?" Her tone was suggestive, trailing off meaningfully.
Sophia had always been wild and experimental in bed.
That's what made her so irresistible to him.
But suddenly Blake felt zero interest.
Especially after the cluster fuck she'd caused today—he was still pissed at her.
He flicked ash from his cigarette, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"If you're that horny, go find a vibrator. Sophia, don't call me again."
He slammed the phone down, suddenly desperate to see Riley.
He remembered how Riley had been terrified of getting in trouble but still cut class with him anyway.
She had legs that could've made her a runway model, but she was so clumsy she'd fall off the school fence trying to climb over it.
If he hadn't been there to catch her, forget ditching class—they would've spent the day in the ER instead.
By seventeen, Riley was stunning enough to turn heads everywhere she went.
Guys from other classes would crowd around their classroom during breaks just to get a look at her.
When his buddies realized Blake wasn't interested in Riley romantically, they started using him as their messenger boy, asking him to pass along love letters.
Blake never told Riley about them.
Instead, he'd take all those letters home, sit on his balcony, read every single one, then burn them to ash.
He knew Riley was gorgeous—stunning, even. But no matter how beautiful or desirable she was, she belonged to Blake Harrison. She was his.
No way in hell was he letting other guys move in on his territory.
So the next day, he told her the long hair was "too much" and pushed her to chop it all off.
He could see the heartbreak in her eyes.
But every time he remembered the way those guys looked at her, it made him want to punch something.
Blake had been deliberate about it.
He told her that at their age, he preferred girls who weren't all about the typical "pretty princess with long hair" look.
Sure enough, when he saw Riley the next day, she'd transformed herself into a complete tomboy.
Thinking about it now, Blake felt a weird stab of guilt.
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