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Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chloe

“Ican’t believe he actually resigned,” Sloane says from across her desk.

“He didn’t have much of a choice,” I say. “He was a fucking creep.”

Sloane leans back in her chair, a wry smile playing on her lips.

“What? Why are you smiling like that?”

She shrugs. “Nothing.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Sloane, what?”

“I know you’re pissed at Jack, but—”

“We aren’t discussing Jack,” I interrupt.

Sloane raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t we, though? I mean, he saved the day. He saved you.”

My jaw clenches. “He didn’t save me. I didn’t need saving.”

Sloane sighs, her smile fading. “Come on, Chloe. From what you just told me, you know that’s not true. If Jack hadn’t arrived when he did—”

“I had it under control,” I snap, more harshly than I intended. I take a deep breath, trying to calm the sudden surge of anger. “Look, I appreciate what Jack did, okay? But that doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t erase all the other crap he’s pulled. You don’t find it sick as hell that the man has stalked me for years?”

“I think it’s kind of romantic. Sexy even,” she admits. “Sorry, but I don’t think I’d be throwing away the man because he’s obsessed with you.”

I scoff, shaking my head. “You’re unbelievable. Since when are you Team Stalker?”

“I haven’t met the man, but he sounds like a catch.”

“A catch! He’s been standing outside my window without my knowledge. How in the hell is that considered a catch?”

Sloane holds up her hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. I get it. You’re not ready to see it from another perspective yet.”

I glare at her, my frustration building. “There is no other perspective. It’s creepy, end of story.”

She leans forward, her expression turning serious. “Look, Chloe, I’m not trying to invalidate your feelings. I know you’ve been through a lot. But maybe... maybe there’s more to Jack than you’re willing to see right now.”

“Oh, please,” I scoff. “Like what?”

“Like the fact that this man has only had your best interest in the forefront of his mind.”

“He let us meet, connect, and made me believe it was all... He’s been lying this entire time.”

“People do crazy things when they’re in love, Chloe.”

A flush creeps up my neck. “He’s not in love with me. He’s obsessed. There’s a difference.”

“I want the insane asylum kind of love.”

I stare at Sloane incredulously. “The insane asylum kind of love? Are you serious right now?”

She shrugs, a mischievous curve to her smile. “What can I say? I’m a romantic at heart.”

“You’re certifiable is what you are,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Look, can we drop this? I don’t want to talk about Jack anymore.”

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