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“One of the escorts they regularly use. I pay her for information since she services most of the bigwigs in the state. It’s amazing what people say in front of people they don’t think matter.”
Escorts?
It just kept getting better.
“I’m so stupid,” I whispered. I wasn’t prone to bouts of depression, but this was agony. Pure, unadulterated agony.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” he said, an ache in his voice. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
I took a deep breath, not wanting to be that girl that gave a fuck about an asshole guy.
But it sure was difficult.
“Can you give me a ride home?” I asked, wanting to curl up in a ball on my couch in sweats with a bucket of ice cream.
And then I needed to find another job.
That was going to be fun.
But if they were jerks enough to pull something like this, it would be in the rumor mill soon enough, and I had no interest in being laughed at by my coworkers—to my face or behind my back.
“I don’t think you should be alone right now,” Greyson said, rubbing my back soothingly.
“I think that’s exactly what I need.”
Greyson frowned, frustration in his gaze. “Why don’t you let me take your mind off things? How about London this time? I actually like it more than Paris.”
As amazing as that sounded, maybe I needed to stay away from boys who did things like fly to Paris…who seemed too good to be true.
But then he pulled me into his arms and he had me rethinking everything.
Maybe I was pathetic. But it was fucking comforting to be in his arms.
“Let me distract you. Make you understand what fucking fools they are,” he whispered, brushing my hair out of my face has he cradled my head gently.
“Okay,” I said, even though I knew I shouldn’t.
But Greyson wasn’t exactly a rebound…I’d started falling for him first.
Hadn’t I?
The elevator doors opened and he led me through the lobby and out the front entrance like a man on a mission. I was practically having to jog to keep up.
I mean, I definitely wanted to get away from here, but I also didn’t want to break a heel. Carrie’s shoes were really nice.
“Greyson, slow down,” I called out when I almost tripped on the stairs.
He stopped and raked a hand through his hair. “Sorry, baby. Just eager to get you out of here. I’m so fucking mad right now.”
I softened against him, some of my unease settling.
Greyson’s driver was already waiting, and I let out a deep exhale at being so close to escaping this place. Greyson opened the door for me, and I was sliding in, when I heard my name suddenly called by a very familiar voice.
I glanced back, wide-eyed as Carter appeared in the hotel entrance, staggering as he tried to get down the stairs.
“Time to go, sweetheart,” Greyson said calmly, pushing me all the way into the car and jumping in behind him. The car door slammed closed.
“Go!” he snapped at the driver. Tires screeched as he pulled away…right as Carter made it to the bottom of the stairs, his fist beating once on the window before we were out of reach.
