Echoes of Unrequited Love (Xaviera and Hogan) novel Chapter 6

The word "babe" hit me like a bolt from the blue, making my chest explode with surprise.

When I turned to look at Hogan, I saw Cecilia's little face, full of shock and confusion.

Somehow, our gazes met in mid-air.

I nudged her, "Mr. Zade's calling you."

The lingering, reluctant tone of his voice definitely wasn't meant for me.

Cecilia blinked, pouted, and gave Hogan's prominent nose a playful scratch, whining, "Hogan, the party isn't over yet."

Hogan lifted his eyelids at the sound, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

That confirmed my hunch.

Watching the Maybach drive away, Wallis elbowed me, her tone soothing, "Tough night, huh?"

I quipped half-jokingly, "How 'bout something tangible, President Lott?"

Wallis just shot me a look.

Still, the generous President Lott had the heart to drop me off at my apartment complex and even gave me a nod that I could skip punching in tomorrow morning.

A bit of mental compensation finally made its way into reality.

But that night, I was restless.

Over and over in my dreams, his figure appeared, holding me tight through countless late nights.

In our most intimate moments, he'd grip my waist and coax me with a husky voice, "Louder, babe."

That was a side of Hogan no one knew.

Intense desires, overpowering possessiveness.

Yet, it was underhanded.

I was sleepless.

During the morning rush, I spilled out of the subway like a sardine, only to find one of my wireless earbuds had been jostled off.

As I was mentally sighing about it, I looked up to see a black Maybach parked not too far away.