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Chapter Thirteen
Colby hadn’t come home the night before, and I knew, without looking at myself in the mirror the next morning, that my eyes were puffy from crying myself to sleep. I discovered that guilt was a bitter pill to swallow. However, a healthy dose of frustration and annoyance began infusing itself into my misery.
Yes, I hadn’t admitted that I was a virgin, but if it freaked him out that much, shouldn’t he have brought that up beforehand? And why was that the hard line after everything else we’d done up to that point? Furthermore, since he was a guy who didn’t want to talk numbers, how unfair was it to be hung up on mine?
Rather than wasting any more energy on my warring emotions, I decided to get out of bed and make my first priority washing the sheets. After laundry then taking a shower, I contemplated packing my things and going to my apartment because it bothered me he’d felt the need to leave his own home. Hopefully he’d only need a few more hours to clear his head, and he’d be back later.
It was tempting to call or go see him. But if I did that, then I made it sound like I was the only one that should be apologizing, when I thought his over-reaction warranted one as well. As hard as it was, I knew it was better to wait until we could both be rational about last night.
Although Colby had a housekeeper who came twice a week, cleaning the entire house helped keep me busy until after noon. With still no communication from him, I finally broke down, deciding to reach out by texting him.
“Can we talk?”
Two hours later I was discouraged that he hadn’t at least answered. I understood he was angry, but we’d always been friends and if one of his biggest worries was ruining that bond, then the least he could do was answer with a: ‘will do,’ ‘maybe later,’ or even an ‘I’m not ready.’
Feeling my phone buzz in my pocket, I took it out, hopeful the unknown number was him calling from the office.
“Hello.”
“Hi, Kenzie. It’s Jordan.”
“Who?” Although my mind had already made the connection to the party and the bet, my heart couldn’t believe that after I’d had sex with Colby, he’d given my number to another man.
“Jordan Pratt, from the party last night.”
I swallowed down the pain. “Right, Jordan. Sorry, I remember. You managed to get my number, huh?”
He laughed. “It pays to have mutual friends. So I’m in town only for a couple more days and wondered if you’d like to get dinner tonight?”
There wasn’t one part of me that desired to go. Instead, I wanted to curl into a little ball and cry my eyes out, but I was also insulted enough that I forced myself not to. “I have something I need to take care of first. But then I can let you know if it frees me up for dinner. Would that be okay?”
“Sure. Call me later.”
* * *
I was absolutely goingto fucking kill Colby. I’d gone from feeling somewhat guilty about last night to being absolutely livid he’d given my phone number to someone he’d labeled a player—the day after we’d had sex for the first time. I’d never been to his office, but I wasn’t waiting another minute before confronting him about this.
Refusing to use his car service on principle, I waited on Uber and arrived at his production company office close to five o’clock. The stunning receptionist, who could’ve been an actress with her flawless face, greeted me in the lobby. She lifted a brow when I requested to see the man in charge by name.
“Do you have an appointment with Mr. Singer?”
“I don’t, however if you could tell his assistant, Rhonda, that Kenzie Lane is here to see him, I’d appreciate it.”
She gave me the condescending once-over but did manage to pick up the phone and call while I stood over in the posh reception area. Thankfully, I’d chosen to wear a long skirt paired with a cute top, so I didn’t feel completely out of place. When his assistant came out to get me, I let out a breath. At least he hadn’t told her to block me out.
“Kenzie, it’s nice to finally meet you after all these years. Colby has always spoken fondly of you.”
“He’s spoken warmly of you, too.” Rhonda was in her late fifties and smiled at me warmly. I knew she’d been with him since he’d started this venture years ago, and he had a sweet spot for the woman he often called his second mom.
“How have you been feeling since the accident?” she inquired, leading me toward what I deduced was his office.
“I’m healing. Had the casts removed yesterday, and now I only have to contend with this boot for a few more weeks.”
“Glad to hear it. Mr. Singer is finishing up a meeting, but it’s the last one of the day, so I’ll send you in after honey.”
“Great. Thanks.” I took a seat in the small sitting area, attempting to control my anger, which was now spiked with a big dose of nerves. When I saw his office door open a few minutes later with two men coming out, the anxiety slammed with full force into me.
“Go on in, dear,” Rhonda offered.
