32. Maddox

THIRTY-TWO

Stunned, I watch her disappear.

I drag a hand down my face.

What the fuck is she even talking about, saying I didn't call? We never exchanged fucking numbers. There was no way for me to fucking call, even if I wanted to.

I clench my jaw. How did I go from what was possibly the best fuck of my life to standing here feeling like complete shit?

Done with this day, I pull out my phone and transfer the money for the tip to the catering company. The party will wrap up in thirty, and I don't need to be there for it.

I storm out of Hannah's office and make it a few steps before I notice Brandon walking down the hallway toward me.

He looks past me, probably to Hannah's door, but I just nod at him as I pass.

What we do is none of his fucking business.