Chapter 148 Layers Continues

• A week later, Tyrone massaged tiny circles across my back as I stood before Mellie, voicemailing my appointment. The only thing holding me to this horrible building and my freaking sanity was his hand. If it weren't for him, I would have left as soon as we walked inside.
• I ignored the worried sea-green eyes that kept staring into my face as I fidgeted with my thumbs and nibbled the bloodied skin surrounding my pinky finger. They drank from my fingernails, but Tyrone ignored it when I only jerked my head at his wrapped knuckles.
• When Mellie thought I was not looking, she would give my boyfriend sly glances from her desk, and if Tyrone hadn't been there, I would have hurled myself over the desk and pounded her face with steel knuckles. Even though she knew we were dating, his fluttering lashes continued to reveal his true identity: that of a gorgeous piece of eye candy. Tyrone was the epitome of magnificent today, dressed in low-slung jeans, red Converse, and a leather jacket, but that didn't mean she could openly admire his skin-tight white shirt.