Page 129 of Taste of Addiction

Her smile is fake. “Your word against mine. Wonder who our beloved Graham will believe?” She takes a step closer and pushes her shoulder against me, challenging me. Testing my self-control.

And I accept.

My hands tangle in her hair, as the ding of the elevator sounds. She pulls at mine as Claire pushes us both out of the elevator before it shuts on us.

“Let go!” Sophia yells as Claire holds her arms for me, so I can take a swing at her.

The three of us stumble into the foyer door, causing a loud sound to erupt from a picture on the wall crashing to the floor. Broken glass sprinkles the floor like little crystals.

“What the hell is going on?” Graham calls out, trying to separate the three of us from killing each other.

Sophia breaks free first and darts into the living area of the penthouse. I run after her, jumping on her back as she falls face-first into the poker table. Cards go flying, followed by the skittering of poker chips on the tiled floor. Claire joins us on top, as she tries to hold Sophia down.

“Chick fight,” one guy calls out, jumping from his seat.

The sound in the room is so loud that I struggle to even make out the words being screamed from all of the men.

The smell of beer permeates the space, as bottles come crashing to the floor in the craziness.

Strong arms bind around me, pulling me off of the Barbie Bitch.

“I’m not done with her,” I yell, trying to wiggle loose.

“What the hell is going on?” Graham yells, trying to keep me from breaking free and hurting myself.

Nic has Claire contained, despite her struggling against his force. “Let me go. That Barbie Bitch has it coming,” she screams.

“I’ve been assaulted,” Sophia cries, putting on an Oscar-worthy performance.

Collins—who finally makes it to the scene—grabs her before she can start round two.

“Let me go,” she demands. “You all see this? Angie attacked me.”

“You deserved it, you liar!”

The room is surrounded by Graham’s friends and security detail, as they take in the mess. Guilt stabs at me for interrupting their poker night, but I’ve had enough of being emotionally pushed around by Sophia. It is time for everyone to know what I discovered.

“Lying about what?” Graham asks for clarification, his attention moving between me and her. His hands trail down my arms, where Sophia’s fingernails have made crescent shaped cuts along my skin. “She do this to you?”

I nod. I take a deep breath and round my shoulders. “The stalker texts are a lie. Her friend Britt has been helping to execute the whole scheme. All of it has been a lie to get you to worry about her and hopefully go back to her.”

“Well, that’s never going to happen,” Graham says confidently, disgust evident in his tone. He turns his attention to the disheveled princess who looks like her crown just got tarnished. “Is this true, Sophia?”

“She’s lying.”

“No, I’m not,” I counter.

“I have proof,” Claire calls from across the room. “I took screenshots of Britt’s phone.”

What? When?

“I don’t need proof,” Graham says flatly. “I trust Angela. And it’s not like the thought hasn’t crossed my mind before.” He looks directly at Sophia. “I was just delusional to think that your soul had some goodness to it. Well, I was wrong.”

“So you aren’t going to hear my side?” Sophia says in shock.

He lets go of me and walks over to where Collins has her restrained. I watch from the sidelines as he stares right into her eyes. “After all I’ve given you? After all I’ve done to support your modeling career and your endeavors, you do this? You fucking disgust me. Do you hear me?”

“I can—”

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