Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“I’m not done, Gabby,” he murmurs, stepping forward. “You were all I thought about in there. You owe me, I took the fucking fall for you and you can’t even give me five minutes?”
I knew that would come back and bite me in the ass eventually.
“I didn’t ask you to take the fall, and I appreciate that you did, but we were over long before that. You know that. We both do.”
“Well, you might have thought that but that’s not what I was feeling ...”
Great.
Here we go again.
“Look, Reggie, I’m glad you’re out and doing well, but I’m not interested anymore. You have to understand ... I don’t have feelings for you. This will be a waste of time for us both. You should move on.”
He narrows his eyes, glaring at me. “After everything, you’re just done?”
“Yes, I’m just done.”
“All good here?”
I turn to see Hank and Remy walking toward me, Remy’s eyes are on Reggie who takes a small step back, his face going blank.
“Yep, everything is fine,” I say. “Reggie here was just leaving.”
“I’m not done here, Gabby. I’ll call you later, we’ll discuss it further.”
“I won’t answer, I’ve made up my mind. Please, just move on with your life,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm.
“Gabriella ...”
“You heard her, pal,” Remy says, stepping forward. “She said she’s done. You can leave now.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Reggie growls.
“The man who has been fucking her. She’s done with you. Turn around and leave.”
Oh god. Talk about a pissing contest. That’s only adding gas to the damned fire. Reggie is going to lose his shit even more now. I close my eyes, waiting for the explosion. It doesn’t let me down.
“What the fuck?” Reggie barks.
There it is.
“You didn’t break up with me, Gabriella!”
I open my eyes and glare at him. “Bullshit, Reggie. We broke up a few weeks before that break in and you didn’t want to let it go. I haven’t called you or visited you in well over a year. If I were still your girlfriend, don’t you think I might have made a little effort?”
He shakes his head. “So you’re just fucking someone else?”
“Yes, Reggie. I told you, we’re done.”
“This isn’t over,” he growls, pointing his finger at me. “I took the fall for you, you god damned slut.”
There he is.
The real Reggie.
It always comes out.
“Get out,” Remy barks. “Now, before I take you out myself.”
Reggie shoots him a glare but reluctantly turns and walks away, storming back to a car parked on the side of the road. He gets in and speeds off.
Well.
This is going to be another drama I don’t need.
I turn and face Remy.
“You really had to throw in the fucking part? You could have left that out, Remy.”
“Why, it’s the truth. You’re not with him anymore, don’t see why it matters.”
“Ugh,” I mutter, throwing my hands up. “I’m not playing these games with you. I’m going home.”
“We’ve got to get this car out before end of day,” Hank tells me, his voice careful.
“Then you two can do it. I’ve been at it all afternoon, he hasn’t even been here,” I point to Remy. “I’m sure it won’t hurt him to get his hands dirty.”
“What’s with the attitude?” Remy asks, when Hank mumbles something and turns, walking away.
“What attitude? Oh, you mean the one I’m giving you because you just told my ex we were fucking which only added to his rage, a rage that I’m going to have to deal with. Is that the attitude you’re talking about?”
Remy’s jaw tightens. “He comes here again, he’ll have me to deal with.”
“Oh, well, I feel better now. How wonderful.”
“What the fuck is your problem, Gabby?”
“Ugh, nothing. I have to go.”
I get the hell out of there before he can say anything else. I need a god damned break because, honestly, there is too much shit going on right now and I’m flat out dealing with it. Between my father, Constance, Remy, and now Reggie, there is just too much going on, and my brain is not coping.
I’m going to go home, get ready for tonight, and relax.
I need it.
God knows I need it.
Surely something can go right?
“HAVE YOU EVER HEARD of a girl called Constance Hayes?” I ask Ramona as we sit at a booth, listening to some pretty great music later that night.
Poppy is beside us, drinking lemonade with a displeased look on her face. Eve is rushing around service with a few of her employees. The place is packed, the food is great, and the music is even better.
“Oh, that does sound familiar,” Ramona nods. “Didn’t she go missing or something?”
“Yeah, just over a year ago. A few towns over, though it was said she was around this area before she disappeared. Her phone pinged.”
“Mmmm,” Poppy says, crunching on a chip. “I remember that. Yeah, everyone was talking about it. Apparently, she left a party super drunk and nobody saw her. There are rumors she was a hit and flick accident.”