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What have I done?
Jesus, what the hell have I done?
Joy hasn’t said a word to me since we left the house, choosing to spend the drive to her apartment fixated on the window, and it’s fucking killing me.
I know I have messed up . . . somehow. I just have no fucking clue what the hell it is I did.
Am I not supposed to be the angry one between us? She lied . . . right?
Fuck! Since when is everything so complicated? I close multimillion-dollar deals every other weekend like it’s nothing, and yet I can’t figure out what the hell I did so wrong that she can’t be bothered to spare me a glance.
“That’s my place,” she whispers, pointing at an old gray building with a faulty security light at the front.
There is no fucking way this place is safe for her to live in. No wonder she needed the money.
I’ll double it.
Hell, I’ll triple it!
I’ll give her the fucking world just to get her to look at me once.
I park the car right outside the building, and a part of me wants to tear out of the lot and drive her far away from this place, but I need to fix whatever it is I did or said to ruin our perfect synergy. Perhaps I shouldn’t have brought up her request for more money so soon. Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned it until after she’d been paid the rest.
“Angel . . .”
“Thank you for the ride,” she says quietly, opening the car door, but I grab her hand before she can leave. Even then, she doesn’t look up to meet my gaze.
“Look, we need to talk.”
“We have nothing to talk about.” Her voice is barely audible as she tries to free her hand of my grip. “Don’t send the money. I doubt I’ll get any of it anyway.”
Her words draw me up short. “What are you talking about?”
“Never mind. I need to go.”
She uses my moment of confusion to escape my car, but I am not about to let her run before everything between us is settled. A part of me was expecting her to scream her frustrations at me, but she’s remained frustratingly passive, which confuses me further.
She doesn’t turn around to see whether or not I come after her, which upsets me even more for some reason, but I am determined to leave this place with Joy. Something tells me that if I go now, I might never get the chance to see her again.
I walk past the notice on the broken elevators and head for the stairs that she just took. My angel is fast on her feet despite the tight red dress she is once again wearing. I catch up with her just as she’s letting herself into an apartment, placing my foot against the door before it closes.
I’m about to call out to Joy when a female voice beats me to it. “Joy, is that you?”
Joy doesn’t respond as she walks into a room at the end of the hall and shuts the door closed behind her. The other woman in the house lets out an annoyed huff, and there is the sound of a door opening.
I should leave.
It’s clear I am trespassing, and Joy would be within her rights to report me as a stalker, but I can’t make myself leave, so I quietly make my way inside. I walk to the door I assume is Joy’s bedroom to find it half open, but neither of the occupants notice my presence.
“So, how did it go? I saw him when I dropped you off, you know. You got lucky, he’s gorgeous.”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Kim.” Joy’s voice breaks as she speaks.
Kim. So, Joy wasn’t lying about the roommate bit. Is it possible that she might’ve been telling the truth about the rest of it?
“C’mon, Joy, don’t be such a child. Didn’t you recognize him? He’s one of the wealthiest men in the city. You should be thanking me. God knows why a man like that was looking for paid company. Did you do everything I told you?”
