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Seriously?
“Maybe he’ll ask you to leave,” Laurel grinds out.
To my horror, they stop right outside the door, and it only then dawns on me that this could be their actual destination.
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
I hold my breath and wait for a few seconds, but when neither of them makes a move to actually enter the room, I let out a sigh of relief. Still, I’m not going anywhere until they move, so I dig out my phone and shoot a second text to Loni, warning her I’m going to be a little longer than expected. Then, because I’m a glutton for punishment, I listen in on the rest of Laurel and Rosalind’s conversation.
“Is her pussy made of cocaine of something?” Laurel wonders. “Is that why he’s so addicted to her?”
It gives me a terrible sense of satisfaction to know she’s so baffled by Saint’s apparent obsession with me. I like the idea of Laurel scratching her head, wondering what in the world I possess that she doesn’t. It’s cruel and vindictive of me to think these things, but I don’t give a single fuck.
“Maybe she’s got something over him?” Laurel continues. “Maybe she’s blackmailing him, or knocked up or—”
“Or maybe you should just fuck off.”
Saint’s voice hits me like a blow to the gut. Fuck, what’s he doing out there? Shouldn’t he be down at his party?
“Saint!” Laurel gasps. “Ha-happy birthday! We didn’t see—”
“All the downstairs bathrooms were occupied,” Rosalind calmly explains. “I was showing her one of the ones up here.”
Even though that sounds i
“Hmm. Well, like I said before fuck off.” His voice is so low and dangerous, it makes me shiver. “Shit in the ocean if you have to, I don’t care either way.”
Rosalind laughs and I hear Laurel mumbling apologies as they hurry away. He doesn’t move for several long moments, and I tense, slowly backing up toward the center of the room and sending up a silent prayer that he just walks away.
The doorknob twists and I shoot backwards, panicked.
I don’t have time to hide. I don’t have time to do anything as the door swings open and Saint fills the doorway.