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“I don’t know. Not sure I’m ready to see him. I think I need a few days.”

My worst fears are officially confirmed. I wasn’t paranoid after all.

This is far worse.

She’s upset because of me. And likely considering breaking up with me over whatever I did. The condom? The Plan B? Befriending Mia? Did Lettie find out about my deceit? Just sick of me?

Freya’s the next to speak. “Take a few days. He’ll wait for you. I’m telling you, that man is gone for you. Just be honest with him.”

“I’m not responding now. Fuck it. This is our GNO. No male distractions.”

Told you that no one would ever love you, boy.

“If you decide you’re done with him, let me know.” I swear I know that fucking voice. “I’d love another shot with him. He can tie me up and do anything he wants to me. Mmm.”

“Come again now? I know you weren’t talkin’ about my man,” Lettie hisses. Her anger rings clear, despite the distorted audio.

Must be a sub from Bask. That’s got to be uncomfortable for my sweet girl.

Obviously, she knows I’ve been with other women. Oddly enough, she’s never asked who. I always assumed it didn’t matter.

Lettie’s response does leave my spine a little less stiff and chest lighter, though.

She called me her man. Not her soon-to-be-ex man.

Freya’s voice has an artificial cheeriness as she announces,“Help me wave down the waiter. We should hurry. The club is gonna get busy soon, and I don’t want to wait in line.”

“Don’t worry. I know the bouncer. He’ll get us into VIP.”

Whoever she is, she’s got a cocky attitude.

It’s killing me that I don’t know where they’re going. The only way I can track them is via Lettie’s phone. None of the trackers in Lettie’s purse or jewelry are with her for some reason, which is odd. And I never tagged or cloned Freya’s cell.

The microphone doesn’t detect much over the next few minutes, except for the muted voice of a server, who brings the bill and cashes them out.

Before they leave the restaurant, Lettie grabs her phone off the table. Before she slips it into her purse, I get the briefest glimpse of her dinner companions.

Isolating the image, I rewind and advance the clip, frame by frame.

“Shit,” I grumble to myself.

Vanessa. The bratty rope bunny from the club.

She’s made no attempt to conceal her desire to scene with me again.

That’s out of the question.

Why the hell would she be out with Lettie and Freya?

Chapter 45

Raise your hand if you've ever been personally victimized by Regina George

LETTIE

This bitch. Must die.

She’s determined to piss me off or make me cry. Or both.

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