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And scared.
My belongings are still at Connor’s penthouse, except the small bag I was packing when I rang George and told him I was staying home sick. Then I snuck down to the garage after mentioning I’d left something in one of Connor’s cars—he would’ve seen the elevator move—and waited for a vehicle to leave.
Then snuck out on foot.
Longest twenty minutes of my life.
“Do you have more?” I ask with the spoon in my mouth, changing my mind. These are desperate times.
I can’t stay here.
Sienna jumps up and returns, sitting opposite me, and puts a pint of Ben and Jerry’s vanilla on the table in front of us.
I stare at her. “Vanilla? Who has vanilla?”
“It’s for smoothies. Don’t judge.” She laughs.
I smile back, even though it’s mostly forced.
Connor just texted me to say he wants to talk, which means he’s going to be home in a few hours and doesn’t yet know I’m not there.
George messaged a few hours ago to ask if I needed anything. I pretended I was fine and said I was just sleeping and watching movies.
No one has any reason to believe I’m not there.
Yet.
Once he sees his office door open, he’ll know. Which was my bad. I should’ve closed it, but I was in a state of shock when I left.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
What am I going to do?
Connor will know to look for me at Sienna’s, though not Isabelle’s or Duncan’s. But I’m putting both of them in danger by going there, so I’m not sure what to do.
Hence the two pints of ice cream.
“We had a fight, that’s all.” I don’t have the brainpower to come up with yet another set of lies.
“How serious?” Sienna asks.
Very.
Connor is using me to get to my family. Fortunately, I found out today, instead of a few months into this insane fake relationship.
I spoon the last scoop of double chocolate chip into my mouth and let out a moan.
“Pretty serious,” I say. “I don’t think it’s going to work out. We rushed in.”
Sienna bites the side of her mouth and nods. I’m impressed by how diplomatic she’s being.
For a moment, I realize I miss this girl-talk time, despite my current circumstances and the fact I’m eating my bodyweight in dairy. She probably thinks I’m finally coming to my senses.
Maybe I am?
Who else has to get fake engaged to...whoever Connor Barrett is? Who the hell has their office wallpapered with images of mob families? Many of whom aremyfamily members.
And me.
