T hat’s not true and no we’re not .
You never were a good liar, Caitlyn, for someone who does so much of it .
I tossmy phone into my bag and don’t bother reading her reply. Am I being immature? Fuck, yeah. Do I give a rat’s ass? NO. She’s my fucking roommate, and my friend, for fuck’s sake. All she had to do was come clean and tell me the truth instead of making me find out in the worst way possible—hearing it from Miriam Dange-Raider’s mouth .
There’s no way Caitlyn has been working there for a week without getting the same “treatment” he gave me. Now, I feel so foolish. And unbelievably hurt. Maybe it was naïve of me, but I actually thought there might’ve been more between me and Logan. I thought it might’ve been special. I thought maybe I was the woman to finally bring out the best in him .
I thought a lot of things I’ll never think again .
Because I’ll never be this stupid ever again .
Shoving my laptop in my bag, I barrel out of the coffee shop and flick my middle finger at Logan’s penthouse in case Caitlyn can see me. Then, I head for the nearest train back to Brooklyn, my pride in my throat and fists in my pockets. Caitlyn better hope I don’t run into her tomorrow night when she gets home, because I can’t be responsible for what I’ll do next .