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He needed to do something. Pacing the length of his office wasn’t helping Scratch to calm down, and his brand new Italian loafers were hurting his feet. He was still fired up from his exchange with Monica and her sidekick. It was bad enough that she left him in bed feeling like a whore, but her lack of acknowledgment when she was in his office was too much.

 

Yeah, he knew all about karma and knew he had it coming since that was how he treated his lovers in the past, but he thought things were different this time. At least he felt different, and he was almost sure that Monica felt the same way. It was in her eyes, the way she kissed him, and something else he couldn’t put his fingers on. But he’d felt it. So for her to completely blow him off was a problem. His feelings were a fucking problem.

 

Being with her—being intimate with her, had ignited something that set his internal wiring askew. His nights were spent sitting up and staring at the walls while he abused himself with memories of how she felt. Questions of what he could have done wrong, or what he could do to change things ruled his thoughts. Rejection wasn’t in his vocabulary. It never happened before, or he never cared enough for it to matter.

So as he made one last lap behind his desk, feeling like a dope fiend that was days late on their next hit, his anger hit a dangerous peak. Years of programming had taught him to handle situations like this with his hands. He wanted to follow the two agents down to their car, punch Axe in his face, and take Monica somewhere, anywhere, as long as she would talk to him. The silence was killing him more than the desire he had to kiss and hold her.



 Thinking about the way Axe had disparaged her enraged him. When Scratch looked on his desk and saw the folders holding the account information that he couldn’t use, he lost it. Snapped. The chair that he had ordered, special request, was kicked until it toppled over and one of the padded leather arms cracked in half. Then he kicked it completely out of the way and set his sights on his desk. He scooped up all the papers and files and shoved them in his trash bin. Fuck recycling. His computer had the misfortune of an email notification coming in at just that moment. The ping agitated his already frazzled senses and he swept the entire desktop onto the ground. And it wasn’t enough.

The walls felt like they were closing in on him. It had been that way for a while, but he always found a way to breathe. Drinking worked. Fucking was better. Except now, the one person he wanted to have sex with was treating him like he meant nothing. The thought of going back to his thoughtless existence made him feel like he was going to suffocate. He yanked and tugged at the knot of his tie until it loosened its hold around his neck—gulping in a deep breaths of air as if he was drowning.

“Fuck!” The roar accompanied a pounded fist to his desk. Scratch couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so helpless. The first time he allowed himself to want something, and this is where it got him. He felt like a complete ass. Hadn’t his plan been to seduce her in order to throw her off balance? Instead, he was the one who was all jacked up. The thought was almost laughable.

Scratch knew he had a choice. He could fall back into his old routine. He could go back to the pretend world of being an accountant by day and a playboy at night. Or, he could fight. He could trust the part of him that believed her words, and believed what he saw shining in her eyes when she looked at him over that candlelit table. No, he didn’t have to accept things the way they were, and he wasn’t going to.

Just as he made up his mind to go confront Monica and straighten things out, his office door swung open. Jack strolled in, looking around at the visible destruction without any expression of shock or concern.

“Taking a late lunch?” He looked at Scratch, glancing down to his hand that held his keys and to the jacket flung over his arm. 

“I’ve got to take care of something,” Scratch grunted as he moved to brush past his friend. Jack calmly held out his arm, barring the other man from passing him.

“Looks like you have a situation right here that needs attention.” Jack cocked his head to the side at the smashed computer monitor on the floor.

“Something more important.” The two men stared each other down. When it was clear that Jack wasn’t going to budge on his stance, Scratch swore again, and launched his jacket across the room.

“Look,” Jack said as he closed the door and leaned his back against it. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I do know that if you don’t pull it together you’re going to make things worse than they already are. Where were you headed anyway?”

Scratch looked up to the ceiling as if it held the answers to all his problems and then shrugged before answering. “I need to straighten something out. That’s all.”

He wasn’t trying to be vague, but they both knew that certain conversations couldn’t be had within the walls of Hawk Global. Jack nodded his head in acceptance, already seeing that Scratch had calmed down considerably.

“Why don’t you take off? I’ll have someone take care of,” he gestured towards Scratch’s aftermath. “your mess.”

 Scratch just nodded and waited for Jack to move so that he could walk out. Going straight home was not an option. While he may have regained some of his composure, he hadn’t lost the urge to pummel something, and the punching bag at the gym was calling his name.



 

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