Helanie:
I stayed in the office for a minute before deciding to go after him. I was going to confront him and stop him from chasing Lucy. There was no way I would let him get fooled by her, whatever lies she had spun. But then I wondered– was it really that easy for anyone to fool Norman?
The moment I stepped out the door, I bumped into someone, and he grabbed my arms, pulling me back inside the office.
"Maximus, let me go," I grunted, shoving him off me.
"You’re not going after him," he demanded, pointing at me.
I didn’t understand what was going on with my mates, or if they were even mine anymore. My face started to falter and tears welled in my eyes, and Maximus’s eyes widened.
"Wait, it’s not what it looks like. We’re playing a game," he blurted out quickly.
I covered my face with my hands. I was a fucking mess, emotional as hell, hormones wrecked, my mind breaking down with them.
"Yeah, I know. You’re all playing with me," I muttered, hiccupping.
"No, no, no, no, no. Listen. We’re not playing with you—we’re playing with Lucy," he whispered.
I lowered my hands and stared at him.
"Just drink some water first." He grabbed a glass, filled it, and handed it to me. I turned my back to the door, shaking my head, but he insisted until I finally took a few sips. He set the glass down, and I gave him a look that said he’d better explain everything.
"Did she lie to him? Did she fool him somehow?" I asked in a low voice.
"Oh, so if Norman cheats, it’ll be someone else’s fault? Helanie, how can you have a favorite?" Maximus groaned, half-playful, hands on his waist.
"It’s not funny, Maximus. You have no idea how I felt when he—" I cut myself off. I couldn’t even repeat it.
Maximus lowered his hands. "I can imagine. I’m so sorry. We didn’t know you’d come here."
I swallowed hard. What was going on with him? But if Maximus was involved, then maybe it wasn’t something private or intimate. Like he said, they were playing a game. But what kind of game? And why didn’t they tell me?
"It’s not Lucy," he said flatly, expecting me to understand.
"It’s not Lucy’s fault? Is that what you’re trying to say?" I asked, confused. He wasn’t being helpful, so I had to piece it together myself.
"No. The girl—that’s not Lucy. That’s not your friend."
His words stunned me. I stared at his face in silence, and then I heard footsteps behind me. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was. Norman placed a kiss on my shoulder, and I instantly shoved him away with my elbow.
"Whoa," Maximus teased, while Norman rubbed his chin.
"That’s the entity from the 10th floor inside Lucy," Norman said, making my heart sink.
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