Chapter 36
~ Octavia ~
It was the weekend—my first taste of true independence away from the office—and I decided to spend it at home, healing in the quiet of my own space.
Part of me expected Franklin to storm into my workplace, especially since I had blocked his number and vanished from the estate.
I half-waited for him to demand a conversation about the divorce, but the silence from his end was absolute.
As I was standing over the stove making breakfast, my phone buzzed on the counter.
My heart skipped when I saw the name: Clinton.
He was the man I'd just met, the one who had managed to make me feel lighter in a few days than I had in years.
"Hello?" I answered, unable to keep the smile out of my voice.
"Hello, gorgeous," his deep voice chirped.
"Hey."
"How was your night?" he asked.
"Not bad," I said, sliding my scrambled eggs onto a plate. "And yours?"
"Perfect. Want to know why?" I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
