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“Any luck?” he asked, his eyes on his food.
“No.” I closed the laptop. “Nothing is for rent, only for purchase.”
“Why don’t you buy something?”
“I have money, but not that much money.”
He slid the laptop in front of himself and took a look. “What about this one?”
“It’s nice, but I could never afford it.”
He ignored what I said and scrolled through all the pictures.
I stared at my food but didn’t touch it, having no appetite whatsoever. I’d been here for a little over a week, and I’d already dropped three pounds. “I was wondering if I could talk to Elise about something.”
He lifted his head over his food and looked at me. “About what?”
“Work.”
He abandoned his meal altogether, and his eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean, work?”
“I know Elise is top tier, and that’s what I want to move into next.”
He took another few seconds to process that. “I thought you wanted to start a new life.”
“Well…things change.”
“What changed?” he asked. “You went through all that to be free, and now you’re just going back?”
I shrugged.
“That’s not an answer.”
“That was a stupid dream. Never going to happen.”
“Why not? Camille, you’re one of the most desirable women in the world.”
I felt like I’d aged twenty years, in body, mind, and soul. “There’re no good men out there. I officially give up.”
His eyes actually fell.
“I fell in love with someone, and I was just a pawn on his board. Never meant a damn thing to him.”
“That’s not true—”
“I heard him, Grave.”
His eyes widened in surprise.
“I heard something break. So I walked down the hallway and heard his voice.” My voice was so steady, like an iron fist, because I truly had nothing left to give. He’d taken everything from me. I was neither sad nor angry. I was nothing at all at this point. “He only wanted me because you did. And now that you have Elise, I’m worthless. He knew I loved him a long time ago, and he never gave a damn. He never cared how he used me, how he hurt me. And then I forgave him…and he hurt me a million times worse.”
“He was drunk, Camille. I don’t think he meant any of those things—”
“He sounded perfectly sober to me.”
“But you didn’t see him—”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” I cut him off, and it quickly felt like old times, the two of us talking over our meals. “Maybe I can have Elise’s number so I can talk to her about getting with her assigner?”
