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“Unfortunately, yes,” Mr. Baker mumbles before walking to the door and opening it.
He’s done with me. I’m not surprised. The man is a weasel.
When I step out of the office, I look at Trent, who has a smug look on his face. He’s been enjoying every last second of this whole exchange.
Basically, I have no choice.
He stripped away my autonomy.
There’s nothing pretty about it. I won’t take it lying down, but for now, I’ll move in, recuperate, and map out my options. One thing’s for sure—he is about to get a roommate from fucking hell, and he better believe I’m not going to do any goddamn dishes.
If you told me this would happen two months ago, I would’ve offered to buy you a coffee to sober up. Now, not only do I not have the money to buy you a cup of coffee, but it’s also my new reality.
“I’m late,” Trent informs me, checking his expensive watch.
The command is clear. Follow him.
I have a sinking feeling it’s one in a long list of orders to come, and I don’t see a way out of this.
Not without asking Erin for help.
I’m not sure which is the lesser of two evils.
My sister is volatile, and her scumbag boyfriend gives me complete hives. I am a hundred and ten percent sure Brad is a criminal.
The last time I was there, I witnessed him dealing to teenagers down the block from their apartment. And even without Brad, Erin is convinced Ronald and I shared a sordid relationship.
The very thought of what she implied is sickening.
It absolutely hurts.
The thing is, even if she believed me, I still wouldn’t be able to live with her. There are always strings attached to her help. I have too much on my plate to deal with that.
“That’s unfortunate for you,” I tell Trent. “Sorry, but I’m all out of fucks to give. Maybe you’ll find them in the house full of things you stole from me.”
“Cute,” he deadpans.
“Must be what good ole Ronnie found so special about me.”
It’s a low blow.
But I don’t regret it.
They say revenge is throwing piss in a strong wind. If this asshole is picking bones with his late father by making my life a living hell, the least I can do is bite back.
And I can bite. Fucking hard. Not in the way men usually like.
There’s a reason Ronnie left his money to me.
Sure, he should have told me. But he was in jail. It wasn’t like he could hit me up without alerting everyone else the money existed. Unlike my sister and Trent, I trust Ronald and need to believe he wanted to make sure I would always be taken care of.
That’s the thought that helped me get through the pain of losing him right after his death.
Trent narrows his eyes. He eats up the space between us in three large strides. I’m pressed against the wall, shaking with something I’m shocked to realize isn’t fear. It’s excitement. His body pressed close to mine. His cologne. His eyes and how they burrow into me. This game we’re playing is dangerous. Addictive. I never craved adrenaline until Trent Aldridge, and nothing about this burgeoning addiction is healthy.
“Silly, silly girl,” Trent murmurs so low I strain to hear. “Ronald Aldridge was incapable of love, but if he wasn’t, you are the last person who would be on the receiving end of it.”
I flinch.
