Page 127 of Taste of Addiction

“And she’s probably still at the penthouse now, lurking around with her boobs popping out, trying to get Graham to notice and worry about her.”

“Well, there’s one way to fix this whole mess…”

I straighten my posture and push back my shoulders. I can only hope that Britt doesn’t have time or battery life to warn her best friend. “You in?”

Claire’s smile widens. “Wouldn’t miss this epic showdown. If only we had time to go grab some popcorn. I could use a salty snack while I watch this unfold.”

I bark out a laugh. I appreciate Claire lightening the mood, despite the adrenaline pumping through my body like an uncontrollable fire. “Let’s go.”

We head toward the front entrance, signaling our suited entourage to follow along. My head is starting to hurt and no amount of water guzzling is going to fix it. I just want to sleep and wake up from this craziness. However, I’ve been pushed around enough by Barbie Bitch and the time is now that she hears exactly what I think of her.

We make it outside and the night air is frigid. It feels like it could snow, it is so cold out.

“Where to now?” Collins asks, probably confused as to why we are leaving so soon from a night out that should have lasted longer.

My throat clenches, but I force down the lump to not give off any warning signs. No one is going to stop me from delivering my message.

“Can you take us back to the penthouse? Claire left some supplies there that she needs to grab from our costume making. Plus, I’m rather tired and want to lie down.”

“Sure thing, ma’am.”

When we get to the parking garage, Malcolm is waiting at the limo to open the door. He must have left Slay early. He waves to me, offering up a cheerful smile. He definitely has the personality that the others lack.

Collins takes up the driver’s seat, while Owen joins him on the passenger side. I watch out the window while Parker and Austin slip into the back of an SUV, while Malcolm moves behind the wheel.

“Gang’s all here,” I mutter impatiently, playing with the hem on my skirt. I clench my knuckles and bite at my tongue, growing anxious as Collins pulls out of the garage and onto the road.

I’m coming for you, Sophia.

And you won’t even know what hit you.

22

I am out of the backseat of the limo before Collins can exit fast enough.

“Slow down, Miss McFee,” he calls to me, but I am running toward the elevator as fast as I can, only Claire being able to keep up the pace.

I slam my hand onto the call button, feeling the pressure of the guards closing the distance on us.

“C’mon, dammit!”

The doors finally open and I thrust myself inside, followed by Claire. I slap the close button, then shove my keycard into the slot that allows me access to the penthouse floor.

“Well, if it isn’t Tweedledee and Tweedledum.”

My jaw clenches as I glance to the side corner of the car to see Sophia dressed in a fitted red dress, looking like the devil she is. How did I not even notice her? She takes in our appearances, casting her judgy eyes on our outfits.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, but I already know the answer. She can’t stay away from my man. Been trying to stuff herself up his ass since before I even came onto the scene.

“Oh, you know, hanging out with a good”—she pauses for dramatic effect—“friend. But considering you kept me from exiting into the parking garage, it looks like we’ll be spending even more time together.”

“Don’t you get exhausted trying to squeeze yourself into relationships where you aren’t welcome?”

“Don’t you get bored playing house and dress-up at Graham’s expense?” She looks at her pointy, red-painted fingernails. “You’ll never be the woman that a man like him desires.”

“Except she is,” Claire says matter-of-factly. “And he is pretty much obsessed with all things Angie.”

“He’s just confused.”

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