Whatever Happens Next

***Hazel***

I sat still across his lap, straddling him on the black leather chair, his arms locked around my waist as though I might disappear if he let go. We hadn’t even recovered from the mess Flint dropped earlier, and Victor was already losing his patience.

“Who is it, Flint?” he barked into the speakerphone, voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Fucking spit it out already!”

His chest rose h